Dearest Enemies Novels & Stories

And enemies rarely complimented people they feared. Mark closed the folder. His expression unreadable. Cold. Focused. Controlled. Exactly the way everyone described him. The way his reputation was becoming. Mia suddenly realized something. Months ago, people feared Don Romano. Now? People were beginning to fear Mark more. Not because he was crueler. Not because he was stronger. Because he was patient. And patient enemies survived longer than reckless ones. A phone vibrated. Luca checked it. His face immediately lost color. Not again.

I did my best to keep my eyes on the giant who constantly bumped against me, dragging my arm or my shoulder, making me keep up with a conversation I couldn’t care less about. My body shook. I turned. Tiny, brown eyes were boring into mine. I blinked. “Sorry?” “Your cousin,” Norwood rumbled, “how’s he doing?” My brow furrowed. Then, I remembered. I leaned back, holding his gaze evenly, my face relaxing. “Fine. Sorry, how did we get on the topic of him?” He grinned. His tiny eyes almost disappeared into his face. “I was saying how certain animals were worshiped by different races and cultures. Dex here said cats were a great favorite of Egyptians. I said I personally liked tales of fox spirits

Kaela’s heart dropped. “Rogues?” she asked. “Maybe. Or worse.” “What’s worse?” He looked at her. “War.” They didn’t run. Not yet. They just stood there, back to back, eyes scanning the trees. Bond still burning. Lips still almost touching. Hearts thudding with something that had nothing to do with fear. And everything to do with what they were still not allowed to want. *** So close... yet so far again. Drop a comment with your thoughts 💭👇 ***

"I could arrange a feast to welcome her in our pack if you want." I scoffed. "And what? Kill her?" His smile disappeared into thin air. "I had a conversation with your grandfather, and he told me about your mate," he said. "Her mother betrayed me, which means that your mate is an enemy of our pack as well as a threat to us, Rendall. If you can't end her life, I'll do it for you—"

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

When he turned back to me, his expression was raw with rage. "Yes, I blame you!" His voice was a thunderous roar. "If the Moon Goddess hadn’t made you my mate, I would at least know who my enemies are. But with you—" He shook his head, his gaze burning with something almost like disgust. "With you, all I see is a liar. A pretender. You act like you’re devoted, but you’re nothing more than a pawn in your brother’s game." His next words crushed whatever fragile hope I had left.

Here, they gathered to defeat the two most powerful opponents who were the greatest deadly obstacles on their path to the throne of supreme as they were no fools, not knowing that they’re being used like pawns in game to keep the fire of rivalry between Aashvik and Vikrant. There’s no debate that Aashvik and Vikrant, especially with Leo backing them were the deadliest one in their dark world who could erase your existence with just a snap, like you were never here but that didn’t mean they’ll step aside, not now that they’ve found a way to eliminate those in their path. "The enemy of an enemy is a friend" Martin spoke with a smirk, sliding a glass across the table toward Cristopher before se

Jackson let out spitefully, looks at Arlette for a moment before licking the side of her face with his tongue. I stand to go hit him, but my brothers hold me down. “Calm the fuck down, the Russians are looking.” Dante warns and I nod knowing that the last thing I want to start is a war between the Italians and the Russians.

“While I’m nothing. I want to watch him choke.” Julian set his glass down with a click. “And Aiden—he’s too blind to see his cousin standing right behind him, ready to take everything.” Their gazes met, sharp and hungry. “So we bleed them both,” Julian said. Leo’s grin was vicious. “Until they’re nothing but ashes.” They clinked glasses, sealing the pact. Below, New York roared on—bright lights, blind eyes—while betrayal coiled in its shadows, patient and poisonous.

Edwin's head snapped toward her with his lips a thin line of concern, his brown eyes worried and unbelieving at the same time. Sensing Edwin's attention to herself, Alexa continued, "according to the Legends books and what I remember, the Night Soldiers are creatures conjured by a human-made spell, that brought together the best parts of vampires and werewolves, and are extremely difficult to kill. They are quick as vampires and agile as werewolves, but that is not the worst. The claws carry a poison that paralyzes and the fangs the same venom that transforms a human into a vampire, being extremely lethal to werewolves. The only way to kill this creature is with the bite of a natural werewol