Dawn Is Your Enemy Novels & Stories

Once I got undressed, I stepped into the shower, turned it on, and leaned my head against the glass, allowing the flow of warm water to beat on my skin. For days now, Blake has been keeping her distance. Today was the day of the full moon, and thankfully it's Sunday so I don't have to go on campus since during the full moon is when I find it the hardest to keep my wolf cage and stay in control. After getting done with my shower and wearing something comfortable, I came downstairs for breakfast and met Blake seated at the table about to eat her plate of spaghetti she made. When she lifted her head and met my gaze, she shot me a look of raw resentment, picked up her fork, and stabbed it into h

I motioned to the dining table for us to sit, and when she was seated, she clasped her hands as she waited for me to start. “So, where do you want me to start,” I asked nervously. “You’re an acquaintance of my brothers, but I’ve done some research on the internet, and it says your family and mine are enemies.” Her eyes filled with tears. “When our fathers were in charge, we were, but since Luca and I took over, it’s a bit more civil, and I would never hurt you.” “I know that,” she admitted. “Will I have to choose?” “Do you think your brothers would make you choose?” I asked her, suddenly terrified of what she might say.

The way he said my name. All lies? Rylan watched me close. “You okay?” I didn’t answer right away. The woods stretched quiet ahead. Freedom waited. But behind me the compound still stood. Eli inside it. My mate. My enemy. Everything I thought I knew cracked wide open. And I didn’t know which way to run.

“No wonder you’ve been losing focus. You were falling for her, bro.” “Falling?” Damian snapped, his tone razor sharp. “Don’t use that word. She deceived me. She let me stand in front of her like a fool, talking about taking that seat, when she was already sitting on it.” Ryan studied him quietly. “Maybe she wasn’t trying to deceive you. Maybe she just didn’t tell you everything yet. You ever think of that?” Damian’s fists clenched. “Don’t defend her, Ryan. Not now. I trusted her, and she turned out to be my enemy. I can’t afford enemies.”

"Please wake up. I need you now. *They* need us." She felt something stir in response—a flicker of wild awareness, a ghostly howl echoing through her consciousness. But instead of the anticipated rush of transformation, she received only a whisper of intuition: *Not yet. The time is not right.* Opening her eyes, Isla watched as the first enemy boats appeared on the horizon, black specks against the brightening sky. Darius had timed his attack well—coming at dawn when night fighters would be tired but full shifters would not yet have the advantage of direct sunlight to power their changes.

I smiled, grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss on it. “Why would I need to? I have you to defend me, don’t I?” Jasmine froze for a moment, staring at me blankly. After a while, just as I began to think I had ruined everything with my reckless confession, a feather-light kiss brushed my cheek. Jasmine turned away and spoke in a soft voice, “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on you from now on.” The sunlight bathed her in a golden glow, etching her into my memory as the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

We had waited long enough, biding our time, and now the moment had come to deliver a devastating blow to our enemies. The air crackled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Bruno's proposal to attack the Ferrari park while Deangelo was at his most vulnerable sparked a passionate debate among the members. Some voiced concerns about the risks involved, questioning whether it was wise to strike when our enemy's defenses might be weakened. Others embraced the idea with fervor, eager to finally put an end to the conflict once and for all.

How would he feel if I didn't show up? “Please, you have to stop this! You have to open this door! What have I done wrong?” “You really wanna know? You really really wanna know?” A yappy scornful voice boomed at the right end and I'm aware that voice belongs to Dawn… You see, Dawn had always been a friend to me just like Bonnie. She was the second friend I had aside from Bonnie. We eat together, share stuff together, read together and even reveal our little secrets to each other. Her mom was also a single mother like my mom those times and so we both understood the plight of having single parents so we could relate well with each other. I had full trust in Dawn until one day, Bonnie told me

Celia Dawn is a lie behind the tinted windows. A gray glow without warmth, promising nothing. I surface from sleep the way one drowns in reverse, struggling upward toward a surface made of awareness and pain. The weight of yesterday falls over me before I even open my eyes. The unfamiliar room. The locked door. Him.

"I'm paying for your breakfast too." My mouth opens, wanting to turn down his offer, but then my stomach gurgles. Dior chuckles in amusement, and I hang my head in shame. No matter what, I can't hide the fact that I'm hungry. "Accepting food from an enemy is contradictory." Dior flicks my toe and then laughs softly. "Can we drop the hatred for one day? How about a truce during our time spent on enemy territory?" He is surprisingly generous to offer not to be enemies today when I need him, but truthfully, I'm not sure if I can keep the sassy comments inside my mouth.