Claiming The Enemy’s Daughter Novels & Stories

Realization suddenly hit me, my dad and his dad weren't originally enemies. What happened? "Yes, he was a good man" his wife added. Was?, my dad was still alive. She seemed to notice my distress. She smiled. "Do you have a sister, Aurora?" "I do." "Okay, okay. This is all cute but uhm, are we missing the point here?" I shot her a stern look. She ignored me. "What point?" Damon asked. "Fine, I'll say it. She's your enemy's daughter" A gasp escaped from the corner of the room.

Astrid Lancetii is known as a multi billionaire CEO in London. As a vampire who saw her mother destroyed by a blood-bond, Astrid’s life is governed by one rule: Never depend on a single source. She keeps her hunger satisfied through casual, fleeting encounters, ensuring no one ever gets close enough to own her. Until she picks the wrong man for a snack. William Winchester isn’t just another high-society playboy. He is the Alpha of the disgraced Winchester Pack, a man who has spent years in the shadows planning to reclaim the legacy Astrid’s father stole from him. After a night of calculated passion, William reveals his trap: a high-definition recording of Astrid’s true nature. With the

"Sleeping in his study?" "Yes." Camilla's eyes darkened. "And the way he looked at her..." She trailed off, fingers tightening around the bottle. "I noticed it. He didn't touch her. He didn't speak much. But his eyes," She shook her head. "I don't trust it." "But he said she's the enemy's daughter, didn't he?" her friend asked. "He did," Camilla replied quickly. "A Whitmore. He said she's nothing but a slave." Then, quieter, almost to herself, she added, "Yet something doesn't sit right."

Fifty people, the river, the apple trees, the spring light doing what spring light did making everything look like it had been arranged deliberately, like the world had decided to make a point. My father’s name was Emmanuel Okoye. He had believed that truth was worth fighting for. He had been right about that. He had been right about all of it. And his daughter stood in a garden in Hudson Valley on an April afternoon, holding the face of the man she had chosen fully, freely, with everything she had and felt the full, complete, permanent weight of having arrived exactly where she was supposed to be. Not the end of something. The beginning of everything that came after.

"Is there a reason you're asking?" His thumb traced my lower lip. Gentle. Almost loving. That was how I knew I should be afraid. "Elijah Roosevelt is my enemy, Lara. He's tried to take everything from memy business, my reputation, my father's approval." His thumb stopped moving. "If I find out you touched him any more than medicine requiredif I find out you enjoyed touching himI will make you regret the day your father sold you to me." I didn't flinch. I'd learned not to.

“Whatever you have should be kept low because honestly, you don’t want word getting out that you may be involved with the daughter of our enemy” “You know that makes you an enemy too, right?” His father asked before adding, “someone of them may have suspected a thing or two, hence the rudeness, don’t make yourselves any more obvious”. “How much is she hated here?” Rex couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Well she is the daughter of a great enemy of Damien, his blood brother who just like your brothers had done to you” Rex nodded to himself and to him, he believed this perfectly explained why Damien was so interested in hi matters.

David sighed. “Do as I say, David. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. What Griffin did to your house is just the tip of the iceberg. He’ll come for you stronger but we can work together and bring him down.” June stared at her wristwatch. “I need to get changed and then returned to the layer your father put me in. Prove to me that you're ready to work with me to bring this man down. Do as I say. I've got people watching outside.”

"We'll release your daughter when that boy arrives." Clement clenched his teeth and glared at Richard. "You arrest people illegally. I will sue you." "Your daughter is a suspect in the robbery of antiquities. We keep her completely legal; you can sue if you like." Clement's angry expression amused Richard. "I hope you will contact that boy and bring him to us." Richard continued. "If your daughter were guilty, you would have known the sentence. I advise you to think of her. After all, that boy is not your son; he is a vampire, our enemy."

I grit my teeth and push myself up, refusing to stay down. My father takes a slow step forward, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze heavy with disappointment. No, not disappointment. Disgust. “This,” he announces, his voice carrying through the night, “is what happens when you betray your pack.” His words are daggers, piercing straight through my chest. The murmurs around me grow louder, agreement rippling through the crowd. “My own daughter,” he continues, his voice colder than I’ve ever heard it, “chose the enemy over her family. She lay in his bed, shared his protection, bore his mark—”

It was almost as if she wanted to smile but held it off at the same time, but I watched that small twitch of her lips. "I remember the fear I held when I came here. I was afraid of Damien, of Alexi, of everyone for that matter. Look who I am Rose. I'm Alpha Knight's daughter. Sworn enemy of this pack, a killer among your people, for you and Damien, a killer of your families. You both had every right to want to see me hang for my father's sins, yet, you immediately saw past that. Damien practically tore himself in two battling with how he should feel about me compared to how he actually did.