Novel & Cerita Despicable Me Enemy

Andree, Ken, and David aka the 'Fearless Three'. Andree has dark brown, messy hair, ocean blue eyes, and smattering of freckles. He is a total bad boy. He never gets good marks, and even bullies some kids in the younger years. He's a player. You can always see him flirting with girls or eating off their faces. Ken has blonde hair with light brown eyes. He is also a bad boy- they all are. He's like a real life Barbie. A real life Ken. I'm pretty sure he plays guitar. He's a really good friend of Zach’s.

Lucifer, on the other side, wasn't in a good mood. One of his enemies that he has to deal with was that 'Lamashtu'

Black gun asked. "You don't have to want, you are already," he said, "a common enemy is enough to tight us up as teammates. Moreover, the enemy of my enemy is my friend but I will say you are my best friend cause you are not just an enemy to my enemy but the enemy to my most hated enemy" the smile on Wendigo's lips made Black gun rolls his eyes in irritation. "I can never be friends with a selfish and envious bastard like you" Black gun snorts.

My response brought a smirk to his face, "I am Alpha Grayson, of the Dark Moon pack" Suddenly my world stopped again, but this time there was no pleasant scent, no warm rush of excitement, I was dead cold. Fear tingled down my spine as I looked toward Marnie, it made sense to me now why she was so anxious to leave. I could feel my hands become clammy and a small bead of sweat rolled down my temple. I tried to remain as calm and composed as I could, any wrong move and I'm dead. "MATE IS OUR ENEMY!", Amara cried, I could feel her heart sink as she howled in agony. How could we ever tell him the truth? How could Goddess pair me with the very man I am trained to fight against?

He blinked as if he couldn't recog nize me. I tossed the bow and arrow to the ground and stood with my other feet on Stephen’s chest. “I won, father. I am now your second in command

Dripping wet and shaking with rage, I lunged forward, ready to hit him—but the others pinned me down again, forcing me to my knees. Elliot's grin twisted into something vile. His pudgy face was gleaming with malice as he crouched down once more. "You want me to let you go? Fine. Bark for me. Say it loud—'I, Chase Levine, am Elliot Reid's dog.' Do that, and maybe I'll let you walk out of here." "Dream on." I spat at him, pure hatred burning in my eyes. Every nerve in my body screamed to tear him apart.

MIA'S POV The Enforcer was bigger than any we'd faced before. Twenty feet of armored death machine, its body covered in plates that looked like they'd been forged from nightmares and bad decisions. Its eyes glowed that sickly blue color I'd come to associate with administrator technology, cold, calculated, and completely without mercy. "TARGETS IDENTIFIED," it announced in a voice that was more mechanical screech than words. "MIA D'LORNE. BREE DEBOIS. CAPTURE PROTOCOLS AUTHORIZED. LETHAL FORCE APPROVED."

“Next.” The next opponent was far bigger and broader. He let out a loud roar and spat on the floor before stepping in. His grin was pure arrogance. I want to puke. Disgusting. Absolutely fucking disgusting. I pressed my lips together, trying to swallow the urge to puke, when the idiot lunged forward, charging straight at me like a mad red bull. He didn’t even make it halfway. The moment he stepped within my reach, I launched upward, my dominant leg crashing against his jaw. The crack echoed across the Den. He dropped in an instant, and I landed back inside the circle, as if I never moved in the first place.

Goddess, Zephyr, Zulu, anyone, please somebody help… help me. Something hit the ground immediately. The Earth shook underneath its weight. I tried to look, to see who it was. My nose wasn’t working anymore so I couldn’t smell it. The smell of an enemy. I couldn’t see the creature so I just waited, slowing my heart rate and pretending I was dead. The enemy came up to me and bent over. He muttered, smugly. “How far the mighty has fallen.” My heart sank immediately I heard his voice. I coughed, trying to say a word, to beg. At this point, I didn’t want to die. At this point I was willing to do anything to stay alive.

Or was he secretly happy seeing me risking my life, praying that I don't come back because he doesn't want to have a tiny boy for a mate? I will probably never find out. My heart plummets in my chest when we finally emerge from the trees and see the enemy standing on a hill just a short distance away from us. Every single one of them looks rigid and foreboding, but it is the way they are looking at us that scares me the most. "Stay calm," Titus cautions. "That's Alejandro Santiago at the center of them." I take a closer look at the man he's referring to and almost get a stroke.