Enemy At The Gates Book Novels & Stories

She said to herself as she exhaled but then, there was a sudden knovk in the window. Emma flinched in her seat but turned to look at the person who signaled she should let down the window. Emma swallowed. The man looked intimidating with tattoos up to his neck. But something about him seemed familiar although she couldn't quite place it. There was no need being scared, she thought to herself as she opened the door with all the courage she could muster.

she replied, but excitement didn’t die in her voice. We were about to enter the room when someone grabbed my arm from behind. “Aaahhhh,” I screamed in terror, yanking my hand away, and almost collided with the door threshold. All the terror of the past life rushed forward. For a few seconds, I found myself back in that filthy and dark cell, surrounded by those treacherous men. I covered my ears, curling up my body against the threshold to keep myself away from their reach. “Don’t touch me….. go away," I screamed, trying to breathe, but their laughter became louder.

My thoughts drifted to the past. The machine guns and bombs blazed all around. Ambush. We fell right into it. I had one more day and I was out. One more fucking day. Screams filled the air. The scent of blood invaded my lungs. Hot desert sun burning my skin, along with the flames of the burning compound. My eyes roamed the area, death surrounding me. Nobody was supposed to know this location. Nobody but us. Yet, here we were. Getting attacked by the enemy.

Just as he was about to stand, the door opened. Nathan walked in, wearing only a pair of shorts, his hair damp from recent shower. “Morning,” he said casually. Shaun stared at him. “What am I doing in your house?” “You asked me to take you home,” Nathan replied. “I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you here.” Embarrassment burned Shaun’s cheeks. “I can’t believe I asked my enemy for help.” “You’ve got it wrong,” Nathan said, pointing to his lip. “You took advantage of me. You kissed me. You even bit me.”

“Slit his fucking throat. You still know how to do that, right? It’s the only thing you were good at after all.” My blood simmered, and I clenched my purse tight. He will never believe me, no matter what, so I put on a brave face. “He’s not my enemy,” then continued. “He’s my father’s. And I don’t mind standing by, watching him burn that fucking pack to the ground,” I growled, about to walk away, but he grabbed my hand, slamming me against the wall. “I should kill you where you stand!” he growled. I laughed. “You wouldn’t dare. Let’s face it. You don’t have the fucking guts. Never did and will never do,” I said, but he tightened his grip again.

Even Isabella herself had since frozen with eyeballs dancing about, clearly not expecting that from Isla. But Isla simply smiled. A small, polite yet dangerous expression. None of it reached her eyes. Inside, her thoughts were cold and clear. “You know what they say about … keep your enemies close.”

Aris roared, pointing to the main bulkhead. The heavy steel door was beginning to buckle inward, a massive dent appearing in its center as the pressure from the outside finally reached its critical threshold. Behind it, the muffled, rhythmic thudding of boots grew louder. "Victor Kalos," Nikos hissed, recognizing the sound of the militia leader’s heavy, methodical approach. "He’s at the gate." "He’s not getting through in time!" Aris countered, his hands bleeding as he forced the lever to the final position. "The steam is venting! The pressure is stabilizing! Do it, Nikos! Disconnect!"

I'm sorry and I love you both so much. Love, Mom "Did you find the book?" Linda asks after Christina reads the note. I nodded. Christina folds the letter. "What was in it?" "It was a story. In that story, there are mythical creatures but there were no humans in it. Guardians, elves, werewolves, vampires, banshees, and even different realms." "Realms?"

I say in my sleepiest voice. My door swings open and my father storms into my room. His dark eyes dart suspiciously around my room, as if he is expecting someone to be there with me. The look of anger on his face is terrifying. “We believe you are in danger,” he says simply. “Your door will be locked, and guards will be placed outside until Cain marks you as his mate.” Without another word he turns and leaves my room, locking me inside.

A magnet pulling each other towards another. He could mistook Nathaniel as a protective father towards E.J, yes that could be. His father was like that to him when he was young. Until now, Gabriel's father was very protective of him. Anyways, as he was saying their enemies flooded like a wave of a sea. Its numbers were doubled compares to theirs. He could see the high ranking officers fighting well. They had two Generals at their side, three vice captains, four captains and two lieutenants. All of them fought well so as their warriors. They may had a falling members but it was lesser compares to the likes of their enemies. They had already pushed back their enemies a little but still their e