Enemies Movie Novels & Stories

As she said that Krisha look at her and said,"How many times I taught you never think your opponent is weaker than you." Aditi simply nodded to her like always. Everybody was there already Kailash Dubey , his son Hrithik Dubey and his men who came to meet her in her office. She put her files on the table and sat on her chair without looking at them. Aditi also sat next to Krisha , Mr. and Mrs. Mishra was sitting behind them. "Mam do you know that Radhika is our opponent?" Aditi whisper . She asked this when Krisha saw Radhika she didn't react anything she simply take her seat. Krisha nodded and said,"We should always know who is our opponent."

Is someone trying to ruin my life. This is the proof that my life isn’t that normal. Because I realized I have enemies. // WyByCa

She's crying begging them to stop and I lose any control I could of had. The two men get up from her sides and rush towards me but I'm prepared and quicker then they are. I dodge the first man with the grungy orange beard and throat punch the man with the five o'clock shadow. Spinning my elbow behind me I make contact with the bearded man's right eye. I relentlessly take turns bashing their faces in slamming the bearded guys face into the bedframe at one point. The camera man stunned, frozen in place for a long time before gaining the sense to escape. Too bad for him I wasn't planning to allow them to get out of that room unscathed. I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall t

“Showtime!” He walked toward the wall, pushing the secret door and dashing to the next room, the study room, to change the data. “You should have just stayed single, Nicholas!” Lucilla growled in a low voice. I shook my head, wanting to roll my eyes at her. “Who said I was in a relationship?” “Yeah, right! Mom and Dad would freak out that you brought an enemy here,” she hissed furiously, turning her back on me. I gritted my teeth, but I didn’t bother to correct her. Our enemy was the Order of the Orion, not Brielle. Yet, no matter how I explained it to my sister, she was part of the order, making her our enemy.

You don't see the other side. -Yes, there are no other parties here! I was just thinking about this! -It can't be that all over the world all people only think to take the positions of the church or the werewolves! But I'm not talking about that now. So, you decide who your friend is, and you can not come to a definite answer. And you need to look for something completely different. You need to understand who is your enemy and why. Then automatically the enemies of your enemy become allies, and life is ordered.

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.

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.

“Then let the world bow.” The leader’s grin widened, like that was exactly the answer he’d expected. He tilted his head, scars pulling taut across his throat. “We’ll see.” And then, as suddenly as they had come, the wolves melted back into the trees. Gone. But not before I caught the warning in his eyes. Not enemies. Not allies. Something worse. Witnesses. Arielle When they vanished, I could still feel them — like ghosts pressed against the edges of my silver threads. Watching. Waiting.

“She’s not weak. She’s survived worse than what we’ve thrown at her so far.” A smile crept into the darkness. “I’m not underestimating her. I’m studying her.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. “And while she has people who love her, she has just as many who resent her. Old grudges. Quiet hatred. People waiting for the right excuse.” The first man exhaled slowly. “Enemies.” “Yes,” the second said, satisfaction bleeding into the word. “And enemies are far more useful than loyal friends. Friends protect. Enemies destroy.”

“What’s wrong?” He closes his eyes for a moment, like the answer hurts. “You scare me.” My breath catches, his hands tracing small circles around my back causing a moan to escape my lips. “I’ve had enemies,” he says quietly. “I’ve had threats. I’ve had people try to kill me, corner me, ruin me. But nothing… nothing has ever terrified me the way last evening did when i saw you standing over the cliff.” I press my palm against his chest, right over his heartbeat. The rhythm stutters beneath my touch.