Enemy And Friend Novels & Stories

Roman said mocking the man before he added one last thing. " One more thing. Check out your life right now. You have friends and foes do you not? But think about it, how many of those so-called foes have hurt you as much as your own friends - people who are from the same pack as you? Don't let them deceive you. Your enemy might even be your best friend but by the time you figure it out you'll be alone because you pushed everyone who could have helped you away - just because they're from a different pack."

One part where weaker and the other, stronger. Soon, I could not bear to see one pack oppressed and so I unsheathed my sword and joined in the fight. I had worn breeches, one that allowed me access to move as feely as I wanted to. Soon, I had slain ten of the enemies to the weak tribe. I had taken them by surprise. They had not counted on having to fight any other beside the tribe whose dressing for war was familiar to them. As the war intensified, the men of the weak tribe were charged and they began to overpower their enemies.

The emergency lights turned on seconds later. A deep crimson glow flooded the archive. Then came a voice. Female. Calm. Distorted through the speaker system. "Hello there, Adrian." Every muscle in his body stiffened. The woman laughed softly. Not kindly. Not warmly. Like someone greeting an old enemy. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever discover the truth." The entire archive fell silent. Nobody dared moved. The air went still. Adrian stared upward. "Who are you?" The woman ignored the question.

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."

“And how did that turn out?” “Surprisingly, not bad," he responded and observed my taken-back expression, *You know the saying ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’. Yet, I wouldn't even call us friends, I don't associate myself with such people. Acquaintances seem much preferred in such a case. A good source of information I needed." “Surely they wouldn't just throw out such information to a stranger.” I opposed. “It's funny how these things work, Hades was no stranger to them, I simply sent my regards.”

Camille said with a scoff. “Will you help me with this?” I asked him eagerly. “What is that saying again? An enemy of my enemy is my friend.” he said with a smirk. “You look desperate so I'll help you,” he added. His words were rude but I had to tolerate it, soon I would not need his help any longer. “What do you think? How do we kill them and when?” he inquired.

Another battlefield. And I had to play the perfect wife—while staying one step ahead.

White for a truce, Green for trade agreement, Blue for Marriages alliances and Black for war. I looked up from the parchment to my father. “What is the meaning of this?” When he didn't respond, I slammed my fist against the desk. “Answer me, father!” “It wasn't my fault!” He dragged his hand through his hair. “It wasn't my fault! This is all on you!” I lifted the black parchment again. “This is all on me? When did I ever agree to wage war with the Red Claws pack!” My body shuddered when I said that name. The Red Claws Pack is the most feared pack in the entire realm and their leader, Alpha Asher, was nicknamed the “Red Beast.”

Caius said, "the warriors will find her." "And if she doesn't?" The Elder pauses for a moment."Then we must consider the possibility that she has crossed into the neighboring territory. In which case the matter becomes... more delicate." "Delicate?" I almost laughed. “You call a clear case of murder that should be easy to deal with especially since knowing who the murderer is, delicate?” There is only one neighboring territory that matters right now. The only border pressing to the north and east against ours is White Fang's border and White Fang belongs to Zac Arden. I did not say his name aloud, not in a room of Elders with ears like these.

“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.”