El Amigo De Mi Enemigo Es Mi Enemigo Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

I asked him with an inquisitive. "Well, I don't know, but not enemies, after all I never for once in my life considered you as an enemy, and even right now, I still don't consider you as an enemy, and if everything you have been doing lately is because you think that I think that I consider you as an enemy, then you are mistaken," Adrian said to me. "Ooh, really?" I asked him with a sarcastic smile hovering over my face. "If you don't consider me as an enemy, then what do you consider me as?" I asked him with an inquisitive look.

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.

“No, but I damn sure plan to put that on my to-do list for this year.” He laughed. “It’s a good read. Sun Tzu was a Chinese military strategist and philosopher. One of the popular concepts of his work was the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” He twisted the squares and pushed them up and down along the zig zag line, instead of from side to side like on a cube. “Do you understand what that is saying?” “Yes. Whoever tried to kill Mia is an enemy to Mia, me, and you. Therefore, in this moment, we’re all cool in the gang.”

"I can't believe it, I really can't." "Do you have any suspicions?" "Too many to name." He said. "I mean, every rival of Douglas' is mine too, technically, because I'm an ally of his. I'm well aware of it, always had been, but it's the first time that I'm seeing it affect my life." It made sense as to why he thought so. Like they say, enemy's enemy is a friend.

Watching him lose his sanity would be refreshing until I get to watch him cry out in agony and so doing, revenge Peter. I'm not done! So since Phoebe is not on good terms with Anderson... Nah. I think I'll go with the other girl. They say the enemy of your enemy is your friend but to me... The friend of your enemy is your enemy, but beneficial still. I'll need to support and get close with the b! tch, Anderson likes to get information about Anderson... Unknowingly to the both of them and then strike. Yeah... That b! tch's my enemy too, but in this case...

“They haven’t seen each other in years,” I said. “And Marcus hates his guts. He never even spoke about him. And you remember me telling you how he always made sure his pictures were taken down whenever we were visiting their family home?” “Oh yeah,” she said. “Well, if he also hates Marcus, then he’s alright with me. The enemy of my enemy is my friend after all.” I gave her a half smile, and I stared down at my phone once again where Ethan had sent another text. I grabbed the phone and swiped on the message. It was two simple texts:

“How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!” Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She turned and ran to her room, collapsing onto her bed, burying her face in the soft covers as sobs wracked her body. “I searched for my mate… my whole life, I searched,” she choked out between cries. “And now he’s here, standing before me… but I can’t accept him. I can’t, because he’s my enemy. He came here to kill, not to claim me.”

They both turned to look at me. "It doesn't matter." Without another word, I turned and walked out of the office. "Elara!" Lina hurried after me and caught my arm in the hallway. "I know what I heard," she insisted, desperation creeping into her voice. "I'm not making this up." I gently pulled my arm free. "It's all in your head, Lina." Her expression fell.."Julian is my friend," I said quietly. "He would never do something like that. You must've misunderstood."

She asked lowering her voice. "Because I hate Rubby as much as you do." There was another pause, then a slow exhale. "Noon. Don’t waste my time," and the line went dead. I set my phone down, a slow smirk forming on my lips. I never liked Mirabelle, but now I understand the saying, "An enemy to your enemy is your friend." If I couldn’t have what I wanted, then neither would Rubby.