Even Your Enemies Will Be At Peace With You Novels & Stories

Furious, Chris' voice trembled uncontrollably as he pointed at her and said, "I paid for every single cent of it! Even if it's in your name, by law, that was purchased using my assets. I can absolutely sue to get it back!" Abigail froze, then snapped right back. "Wow, Chris! So you were calculating against me from the very start! When you bought me that house and car, you were already planning to take it all back one day, weren't you? How can you be so heartless?!" "I'm heartless?! You're the one who had twisted intentions from day one! You were never with me out of love. You were just after my money!" The two threw insults back and forth, quickly devolving into a physical scuffle.

In the particular careful space of people who have said the hardest things and are now finding out what exists on the other side of them. Marcus asked about the pack. Damien answered — briefly, factually, without warmth but without hostility either. The neutral territory of information shared between people who are not yet anything to each other but are no longer enemies. Rain listened to the two of them talk and felt something settle in her chest that had been slightly unsettled since the farmhouse. Since Rook. Since all of it. Not resolution exactly. Not forgiveness — that was a longer road, and nobody in this room was pretending otherwise.

If this is true, then we can't trust anyone anymore. Our friends...our closests allies can actually turn out to be our enemies,

"Twenty, thirty years?" "Approximately. Until then, you have peace. Real peace. The Coexistence Treaty holds. The six Unmakers will honor it. They've experienced joy through my memories. They won't attack." Unity's infant face held cosmic sadness. "But when I'm grown, when I have children who are even more Order and Chaos than me, the dissenters will see that as a threat. They'll rally others. And the true war begins." Thea held her baby closer. "So what do we do?"

A silent understanding passes between them, a pact forged in the heat of the moment. Then the ground shakes, and the sky splits as my real enemies reveal themselves. Yes, this is war.

When the door closed behind her, Adrian remained where he was, pulse steady but alive, mind sharp but undeniably altered. Enemies didn’t stand this close. Enemies didn’t share this much air. And if tomorrow was war— Tonight had already changed the rules.

“Everyone knows that of all the Princes, he is the closest to you and never had any problems before. If he wanted the throne badly, then why would he get along with you this well?” Kai’s fingers drummed his seat as he answered, “Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer,” He stated, his expression holding no ounce of doubt. “The point is, our moment of peace has come to an end, and we have both drawn out our swords. You will understand what I mean soon enough. The fight now, is between I, and my brother, Harris.”

For someone as evil as Timothy, that would be the best way to go. If he did his best to escape, then what awaited him wouldn't be as painless! The enemy of one's enemy was a friend. That proverb could be applied to anyone and anywhere. Since Timothy could get William's enemies to deal with William, William could do the same to Timothy as well.

And I was starting to regret it—curse my big mouth. “So be a good girl and do as I say… unless you want that spanking,” he added with a hint of lust in his voice, his eyes drifting to my cleavage. “I’d be stupid to give you that kind of opportunity,” I replied, rolling my eyes. He was so full of himself. I was about to walk away when he gently grabbed my hand. “I’m serious, Zara. This place may look peaceful, but it can be dangerous. I have enemies—even among these people—waiting for a chance to strike. If you notice anything strange, come straight back.”

My face grew pale as I read the single line. “Your enemies are much closer than you think, trust no one.”