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“He probably wants another round. I could go over and punch him.” “Or he’s obsessed, with his hatred ” Oliver said, smirking. “You sure he’s not planning evil?” Austin rolled his eyes. “Can we talk about something else?” Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, Brian’s own friends were watching. Matteo sat opposite them while James sat beside Brian. James leaned in. “Well well two enemies working together” Brian snickered “You are one to talk, weren’t you paired with Benjamin?” James laughed “Come on buddy, I am not enemies with Austin’s friends”

**** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed meeting the characters of the ‘Unseen Enemy’ series. The stories will continue in ‘Enemy Outside’ (Unseen Enemy #2), which focuses on Dallas and Olivia, and which is available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to visit my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

he warned, his voice low. "Outside of this paper, you're still my enemy. We aren't friends, Zane." ​"Yeah, whatever. Enemy, rival, stranger pick your favorite label," Zane rolled his eyes, though there was a flicker of something like hurt in his gaze that he quickly masked. "But, at least around our parents, try not to look like you hate my guts. We need them to believe we’re happy so they stop poking into our business. Shouldn't fake love at least look halfway real?"

Her eyes shimmered like a dangerous yet alluring trap. To him, she was like a forbidden piece of candy. Sweet yet toxic. Even as his rational mind screamed at him, he couldn’t resist leaning in. Their breaths mingled. At the last moment, he shifted and kissed her forehead instead. Just a light touch, yet it reignited desires he had barely managed to suppress. Lena’s teasing expression deepened. Her glimmering eyes brimmed with mischief, enticing and daring him. Alaric narrowed his own, refusing to back down. A battle of wills ignited between them, both determined to outlast the other.

The proximity too suffocating, his aura wrapped around me like gloves. "Why are you breathless?” He asks knowingly "You're such a jerk" I push him away, but he nuzzles me back, his lips merely inches away from mine. The inner conflict intensified as I fought against the inexplicable pull he seemed to have on me. Embarrassingly, I closed my eyes and awaited a kiss. Seconds went by and nothing happened, so I opened them. Max erupted in a fit of laughter. “You think I would ever kiss you, mutt?” Now do you see why I can't fathom being with my childhood enemy?.

Patricia suddenly fell silent, terror on her eyes, as she was about to say something she knew she would regret. "Did you loved someone?" Asked Flora, seeing that the woman wasn't replying, she understood something, it might be considered a forbidden thing. "We don't condemn love, we embrace it, Elia and Andrew are a couple, Alexa found her mate in a vampire and even Truman and Charles declared to each other the love that they have." "Yes, I loved someone, back at the camp, Schirouca, we weren't allowed to have a love for each other, as the females were considered the property of the Alpha."

He pulled me into him, his mouth crashing against mine with a violence that was less about passion and more about survival. It tasted of salt, iron, and the biting cold. It was a collision of two people who had nothing left but each other and the code. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in the soot-stained hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until the corrugated steel wall was the only thing keeping us upright. In this "Grave," with the world burning outside and a traitor counting his spoils, the "Enemies" finally became "Lovers."

The Next Morning My phone buzzed at dawn. Unknown number. I answered. "Ms. Sterling." A man's voice. Calm. Familiar. "I hear you got the test results." "You're not going to win." "We already have. The folder is gone. The key is gone. The truth is ash. You have nothing left to fight with." "I have my daughter. I have my family. I have a life they didn't destroy." "For now." A pause. "But we're not done, Eliza. We'll never be done. You killed our empire. Now we're going to kill everything you love."

“So you done talking outside, and now it's me?” “Apparently not,” I said, crossing my arms. “What’s your deal? You’ve been walking around like the world ended.” “Maybe it did.” I blinked. “You’re not even making sense now.” He dropped the phone beside him. “Then stop trying to understand me and just let me be, we aren't friends anyway.” Ok, that hurt. “Ryan, what the hell happened? Did I do something wrong? If I did, you can tell me, I promise I will apologise even if you think I'm still your enemy, it doesn't change anything."

Back then, I'd felt like the luckiest woman in the world. I'd believed he cherished me so much that he could control his desires for my sake. I'd thought it was romantic. Noble. Proof of his deep love for me. Turns out, he was just being faithful to his actual love. Imelda. The girl he'd been with since childhood. The girl he actually wanted to touch. I was just the mark. The target. The fool with money. "You're really a fool, Princess," I told myself out loud. "A complete and total idiot."