Friend Of My Enemy Novels & Stories

I wondered what she was talking about. “We both have the same enemy, Laura, and after thinking it over, I came up with a solution. What better way to get rid of your enemy than by befriending another enemy of hers? You know what they say: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. So now, Laura, are you ready to be my friend and join forces with me to kick Nicole out of our lives forever?” she asked with a wicked grin.

An enemy of my enemy is a friend. I recall little of how I got to be with them because I spent years consumed in hate and grief as a little boy. They took me in because I had no family left. Maybe they felt pity for me, but I grew up to understand that nothing is for free. I’m just a tool in their plan for revenge and I’m happy to comply. We might have different reasons for wanting to destroy the Toranes, and I don’t care. All I care about is seeing them destroyed and on their knees.

"Go home, Cole." "Can't. You called me here at midnight, remember?" A pause. The sound of ice shifting in a glass. "Which, by the way, you've never done before. So either someone is dead or something happened that you don't know how to process. Given that you look like you're trying to burn the city down with your eyes, I'm guessing option two." Cole Voss. Damien's Beta. His second in command, his oldest friend, and the only man alive who spoke to him like that and kept his throat.

Greg was a lion. ” Welcome to my Empire. ” Greg said creepily but softly , turning at the same time. His curly hair, deep eyes and an intimidating height that marched with his bodybuild gave him the air no one would resist. But no! Tracy was not one to be intimidated. She braced her shoulders. ” Good morning, Greg Knox. ” She greeted him , maintaining her pose. Greg grinned vaguely. ” My name is Trevor Holt. And I am the emperor of this empire.” Tracy was shaken. Was she mistaking him for someone else?

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

“I can't believe a billionaire is here with us and joined our cheap vacation. Don't you think he's humble?” Foren frowned at her friend, looking at her as if she had said something about the end of the world. “Words ‘humble’ and ‘Adam’ in a single complimentary phrase will never match.” “Wow, how cold.” She just ignored Rissa's teasing. As if someone was whispering to her to do so, Foren glanced at Adam's direction and had her eyes squinting in disbelief when she found him talking to one of their female classmates with a smile on his lips. Her eyebrow raised.

I could see the resentment and anger in his eyes. It turns out Ron has long been dissatisfied with my father. All the soldiers left the area and waited in the distance. Moonlight spilled onto the field, leaving only three people confronting each other. "Anna, David is my friend. No matter what you think, I still think so," My father looked straight at the woman, his tone heavy. "Friend?" The silver-haired woman repeated softly. Even though her face was blurry, I could still feel the intense grief and indignation emanating from her. "If you think David is your friend, you wouldn't watch his only son walk to his death."

And with his help, she had a chance at stopping it. All she needed to do, was get him to agree. "As you would, but unfortunately you have been locked up in this cage like an animal. Thirsty and starved of revenge" she chuckled. "And you, desperate enough to want to join forces with me. Becoming an enemy of your pack." "What?" Niva narrowed her eyes. "I will never become an enemy to my pack, the safety of my pack is my number one priority." "You are down here, against your father's wish, breaking pack rules, negotiating with a captive, an enemy. You don't need a seer to tell you that the moment you free me from the cage, you stand to collect the treatment I would."

“Let’s skip the moral high ground, darling. Do you want my help or not?” A slow, dangerous smile crept onto Cressida’s lips. “Why not?” she murmured. “An enemy of my enemy… is my friend.”

Watching him lose his sanity would be refreshing until I get to watch him cry out in agony and so doing, revenge Peter. I'm not done! So since Phoebe is not on good terms with Anderson... Nah. I think I'll go with the other girl. They say the enemy of your enemy is your friend but to me... The friend of your enemy is your enemy, but beneficial still. I'll need to support and get close with the b! tch, Anderson likes to get information about Anderson... Unknowingly to the both of them and then strike. Yeah... That b! tch's my enemy too, but in this case...