Dearest Enemy Novels & Stories

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

Arden said. Arden does not look afraid talking about Leonard but she could tell he doesn't want to get into his bad book. "Isn't he your best friend?" Valerie asked. "Why would he be mad at you? I don't get mad at my best friend." Arden smiled. "Our friendships aren't the same as yours, Valerie. As much as he is my best friend, he is also my Alpha." Valerie sighed. She gets it now. Arden is not talking about angering Leonard as his friend but as his Alpha.

After a moment of hesitation, he reached for his phone. Hey. You okay? Did something happen? Nathan stared at the message for a long time. “You,” he whispered into the empty room. When he finally replied, he typed slowly. Nothing. I just don’t like that you have friends now. I’m jealous. Shaun sat up in bed. Jealous? Of Eli? He typed back quickly. See? I told you. You’re obsessed with me The reply came late. Maybe. No teasing. No humor. Then another message followed.

White for a truce, Green for trade agreement, Blue for Marriages alliances and Black for war. I looked up from the parchment to my father. “What is the meaning of this?” When he didn't respond, I slammed my fist against the desk. “Answer me, father!” “It wasn't my fault!” He dragged his hand through his hair. “It wasn't my fault! This is all on you!” I lifted the black parchment again. “This is all on me? When did I ever agree to wage war with the Red Claws pack!” My body shuddered when I said that name. The Red Claws Pack is the most feared pack in the entire realm and their leader, Alpha Asher, was nicknamed the “Red Beast.”

“Not between enemies.” The words settled between them. Aria’s chest tightened slightly. “You’re very sure my father is your enemy.” Kael’s gaze sharpened. “He invaded my territory tonight.” “That might be because he thinks you kidnapped his daughter.” Kael paused. “That’s a fair point.” Aria sighed. “So we have an Alpha war, a secret father, and a mysterious bond that I don’t understand.” Kael nodded. “That sums it up.” She looked toward the door again. “Then I guess we should leave.”

Moreover, we are going to get divorced in six months. "Alessio, did you... find the sniper?" I steady my voice, pushing the images of my mother's body and her blood back down into that part of my brain. The one where I lock up all my unpleasant memories and things. "Yes. Maciej Kowalski." A lightning bolt strikes my head. Metaphorically. The demonic voices are getting louder and louder, laughing maniacally, drowning out all surrounding sounds, but I swallow them down to ask. "Kowalski. Then... who's Adela Kowalski to him?" I see his eyes twitch and his gaze darkens.

And for the first time since the war began, I wasn’t sure if they hadn’t already won. “The worst betrayal isn’t from an enemy. It’s from the hand that once held yours.”

The atmosphere in the office is at an impasse. Separated by a desk, his former friend had turned against him and openly became his enemy. Their sharp eyes met in the air, and sparks danced. In each other's eyes, they saw the determination and coldness that had to be done. "Archie. Do we really have to come this far for a woman?" Yoseph asked with a cold voice. Archie sneered. "If you don't fight with me, there will be no such thing as today."

“Unless he changed. What’s your deal with him, anyway?” “He almost killed my men.” My jaw dropped. “Well, shit. So we have a common enemy, after all. An enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn’t that what they say?” “Who killed your parents?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

One wrong word and everything else is shot straight to hell. “I need your help.:” I stated plainly. No pleasantries. The Russians and Italians were lifelong enemies. We stood on either side of the line and always found an excuse to kill one another. Our feud ran so far and so deep that even friendships and alliances were all cursed and doomed before they could even start. But I said it anywhere. Not because I was weak. But because the enemy of my enemy was a fucking friend. He cocked a brow like he didn’t believe I had just said that.