Despicable Me Enemy Novels & Stories

Samantha Point of view My heart stopped and immediately turned around to see black fur that is similar to a gorilla. I look up and I see a monster 5x times the size of a normal gorilla with his huge dark hands and claws on the tree I was leaning on. I jumped back to get away from it then I see its eyes moving in different directions. Its eyes were red and the size didn't match with each other. I looked at its whole body and I realize that its body was asymmetrical and unnatural. Under its fur, I see lines of stitches. As if it was stitched together like Frankenstein. The only difference is that its body size didn't match at all. It was almost like he was some kind of science experiment made

He was inches away from her face and growled in frustration that he couldn’t hit her. Another explosion shook the fortress. Vampires started to come from the inside to the outside with Mekhi front and center his eyes a different color than Ken’s. His eyes were fully immersed in black with a dark aura that surrounded him and Salina and Rosa. The Enchantress through Ken away from her as she realized she had bigger problems with Mekhi and his half breed army. “So you must be the big boss around here?” Mekhi smiled, evil pouring off of him in waves.

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

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

I glare after him, pushing myself into another rep. This is the problem. It’s not just that I’m living with my enemy. It’s that Ronan Hwan’s presence fills every corner of this house. His grin, his cooking, the way he looks in a towel—it’s all incredibly inconvenient when you’re trying to maintain enough hate to burn his world down.

And she was smiling. Kaela stopped cold. No. Not a smile. A stretch of skin, a facsimile. A pulling of lips like the muscles were trying to remember how. “You’re not her,” Kaela said quietly. The thing blinked. The pupils twitched—too slow. Too precise. “I’ve seen you,” it whispered. “The White Wolf. The broken one.” Kaela didn’t breathe. The real survivor had brown eyes. This one had none. Just the color of dirty glass and something crawling behind it.

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.

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

he said. “Yes!” Arlen nodded as he turned to the monsters who were rushing towards their way. “Let me torch them!” Vermeil said and burned the monsters to a crisp. “Thanks!” Arlen said and patted Vermeil on the shoulder before he went to where Raima is to help him snatch the souls of the enemies. “Damn it! One of these kids has the same power as us!” an enemy said when they saw Seph using the power of space. “How can this be?!” the other enemy was bewildered.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.