Claiming The Enemy’s Daughter Novels & Stories

Jared's table was loaded with alcohol, and he continued to empty it into his mouth. That damn lady! If she somehow managed to be another woman's daughter, could he have treated her like this? In the event that she was not his enemy's daughter, then, at that point, he will send the very best gifts to her. Jared jerked the sides of his mouth, as though there were two voices contending in his heart. One said, Jared, what is on your mind? Do you have any idea about who scarlet Williams is? She is the daughter of your enemy. You will torment her. Torment her hard.

One of the men informed my father. In just a few minutes he reached this place and kneeled down to hug me. “What are you doing here, my son?” He asked, looking at me while caressing my back. “I understood everything, dad.” I spoke. “She is our enemy’s daughter, right?” I said. He nodded instantly. “I let her fall down from here, dad. You don’t have to worry about her.” I assured him and he smiled after hugging me tightly. “You proved to everyone that you’re my son.”

Before I could react, he wrapped his hand at the back of my neck and using his hold on my neck to push me forward, he growled at Trent; “I don’t give a shit about whatever you feel about this girl, Trent, she is nothing but a slave, an enemy’s daughter… and she would be treated as such! This would be the last time you’ll disrespect my fiancée because of her!” As soon as he said those words, I squeezed my eyes shut whilst praying that the ground would open up and swallow me whole. His hatred for me was evident in his voice, his anger… but what surprised me the most was the fact that he kept referring to me as the enemy’s daughter when I in fact do not even know who my parents were. Tears spru

He says and I look away as his words reflects disappoint he feels in me. “You never missed a chance to make me feel unwanted. You always wanted a son but I am a girl and you needed a son in my husband. You couldn’t find a desirable son-in-law for a girl like me so you tricked me to marry Blaze. It was my luck that I found a gem and he’s the best thing ever happened to me. I thank you for this favour in the disguise of a curse.” I say with a smile but his face again wears the same expression as always. “He is the blood of my biggest enemy, Scarlett. Do not mention his name in my presence because I hate to realise my biggest mistake. I gave my only daughter in the hands of my enemy.” He says a

she claps, getting a little too comfortable with teasing me. “You do know you're not only my enemy's wife but also my other enemy's daughter, right?” “What?” she blinks, her face paling. I think I've got her scared until she speaks again. “No, please don't do that. I can't be the daughter or wife of your enemy, I want to have my own title as your enemy.” “Keep it up, I won't regret stashing you in a sack,” I tell her, willing to come here in costume just for the satisfaction of stashing her in a sack.

“You’re supposed to be the good one between us!” “Good one?” I scoff. “I’m not good to my enemies and I’ll never be good to my enemies. You are my enemy. You are the one who helped your mother kidnap my father. You are the daughter of a murderer and worse, you’re following in her footsteps! So why should I be good to you? I’m done being good. Now, if you still value your fingers, you’ll tell me where my father is.” “I’m not scared of you.”

“Salcan's rituals grow stronger. I've had this uneasy feeling since the last battle. He tried everything in the past to get to me. He failed at every attempt.” “Could that be what happened the other night? Did my father do something to him?” I wondered. “I hear you have claimed his daughter. I do not think that is a smart choice. I thought she was meant to be a prisoner? Why do you glorify her? He will use her to get to you,” one voice said. “If you believe I can easily be fooled by a weak Alpha, then I don't deserve to lead this pack,” Damien said, sounding annoyed by the statement.

I said flatly, trying to hide the fact that my palm was becoming clappy from nervousness. “Oh, I expect more than that.” His voice came through the mask in a distorted and distant manner, yet eerily calm. “Your father wouldn’t want his daughter to be weak.” Why was he sounding so casual about my father? “You’re serious?” I asked, lowering my sword slightly. He raised his blade and pointed it at me. “First strike wins. Or first to hesitate….loses.” A tense silence fell between us. I sighed, the inside of the mask felt warm against my skin. My reflection in the glass window looked like a ghost; faceless, elegant, and dangerous.

I nod, my throat tight, and lead him into the office, every step feeling like I’m walking back into a past I thought I’d buried. Damien’s POV: She’s standing too close to him. That’s the first thing I noticed, and it hits me like a fist to the gut. Ariana, with her dark hair pulled back, her green eyes wide with something I can’t read, fear, anger, or something worse. And Jake Matthews, leaning toward her like he owns her, his smile too easy, too familiar. My jaw tightened, and I don’t know why it bothers me so much. She’s a Blake. My enemy. The daughter of the man who destroyed my family. I shouldn’t care who she’s looking at, who’s making her breath catch like that. But I do, and it’s piss

I pondered as my heart beat rapidly inside my chest with every passing second. When suddenly, red wolves started surrounding us, their nostrils flaring as anger poured from their eyes. And I stood taller, not willing to show my fear despite the curiosity that had begun flowing through my veins as they started speaking. "What is the daughter of our enemy doing here? Why have you let her on our lands?" One of the bigger wolves with black and red fur growled, their fangs showing with each word they spoke. Enemy's daughter? So my father had a baby with the Princess of this world; My Mother? I thought as I listened to what they were saying, and I felt tears beginning to fall from my eyes.