Falling For The Enemy Novels & Stories

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

She seemed impossible to get to and It began to look like it was an impossible mission to save Jenny from this enemy that kept pulling her away while he stared at me with mocking eyes and let out a jeering laughter. Then she began to fade and this time, it was both Jenny and Rita the enemy was pulling away. I held my hand out to get to them but they seemed so far away and my hand wouldn’t reach them no matter how hard I struggled. Suddenly, my voice returned just as the last of them faded away from my view along with the enemy and the fear in me had taken over me completely. The last thing I remembered yelling were their names as they vanished and immediately, the ground beneath me gave wa

“Falling for the enemy…how utterly blind you are, my darling.” My breath hitches. Falling for the enemy? They don’t mean Vincent, do they? Vincent isn’t the enemy. And I am not falling for him. “What do you want?” I ask, turning and heading to the car. “I want you to open your eyes.” “Open my eyes to what?” “Everything.”

‘you seek to join the enemy has Lena not thought you anything about working with the enemy your friend my mate Lucas is no more due to the fact that you turned the enemy to your friend I shall not be fooled again I say we march on we shall have better luck if we know our enemy and leave them there as just that enemies’ Emelia spoke up The rest of the group nodded in agreement although the food was nice and the tent warm the enemy was still the enemy a fact that was very much still uneasy in all their hearts moving on would be the most logical of ideas, not to mention the fact that Lucas was a dead weight which was slowing down the journey how much longer would they have until Lena grew impat

Riley, you want someone who can take care of you—someone with a good line like Mia, not some warrior girl" Mia nodded her head, her eyes flicking over me again, like I was nothing more than a temporary inconvenience. I could feel my throat closing as I stood there, my heart breaking piece by piece. I wasn't good enough. They didn't consider me to be Riley's equal, but someone who just didn't belong. I could see how Riley was caught between his loyalty to his family and his desire to protect me, but none of that mattered now. What mattered now was the way they looked at me—like I was nothing more than a mistake, an embarrassment.

The word dropped more heavily than I intended. Both of them turned toward me. “I will make her fall for me,” I continued, fingers tightening around the glass. “Ten nights and that's all.” Victor snorted at me. “You are insane. That girl’s attached to Levi. Don’t mess with her, she doesn't look simple.” I cut him off with a sharp look. “I don’t lose.” Simone straightened, interest lighting his eyes. “Let’s make it interesting then.” He leaned forward, voice lowering. “You fail, you lose your captain position and the villa.”

His efforts felt futile as he realized that she still saw him through the lens of their past, as an adversary rather than a friend. He leaned against the wall, watching her through the glass, feeling utterly powerless. All he wanted was to reach out, to tell her that he was here for her, that he had changed, and that he would never hurt her again. But the fear of her rejection held him back. He felt trapped in a cycle of misunderstanding, and the weight of his unspoken feelings pressed heavily on his chest.

I sighed in relief when I heard the unmistakable growl of Nathan and knew they were almost here. My friends were fighting a good fight, but they were outnumbered, with the rogues pushing them back in their desperate attempts to get closer to me. I backed away, grabbing a chair to use as a weapon as I stepped closer to the wall to get away from them. Instead of hitting the wall as I expected, I backed into a person. I froze as I felt something jab me in the neck. Not again was my last thought before I blacked out. Nathan’s point of view