Keep Your Enemies Close Book Novels & Stories

So, I pulled out my phone from my clutch and started scrolling aimlessly through my feed, anything to keep my eyes down. I felt Roman sit next to me, his presence close and hard to ignore. He shifted in his seat, and I sensed his gaze on me,but I kept my focus on the screen, my thumb flicking through posts, pretending the glow illuminated something fascinating. My heart pounded a little harder, though, the anger simmering just below the surface. Friend. Really?

I would not stop. Not now. Not when I was this close to destroying him. Draven stirred beside me. “Stay close today,” he murmured sleepily. I almost laughed. “I will,” I whispered. And I meant it. Closer than he could ever imagine. Because the most dangerous enemies are not the ones howling at the gates. They are the ones lying beside you. And by the time Draven realizes that, it will be too late.

Without thinking she opened the exit door, but she was really surprised again, because it turned out that in front of her at this time there were two big and scary people blocking his steps. 'No wonder she just kept quiet when I was about to leave,' Rose muttered to herself. "So what do you think I should do with a traitor?" She could feel the man standing right behind him. Rose cursed her sharp mouth and was too brave to face the unknown cruel man. Still in position in front of the exit, Rose turned around and saw that the injured man was already unconscious. "Make him betray your enemy. Isn't that fair? If he steals, make sure he pays back all the damage caused and let him go after. I thin

Though I tried to hide my surprise, but I was also shocked when she told me about it. "So what now? What are you going to do with her?" I turned to him, my eyes locking with his. "For now, I want her close," I said, my voice a little above a whisper. "You remember the saying: Keep your friends close, and your enemies...closer." .

Problems that belonged to someone else. Tonight one of his problems had just been solved. Marcus knocked twice and entered. Seven years as Damien's personal assistant had taught him that waiting for permission was the same as never coming in at all. He crossed the room, set a slim folder on the desk and stopped at a careful distance. Close enough to be heard. Far enough to be safe. That was the thing about being in a room with Damien Blackwood. People always positioned themselves at a careful distance without realising they were doing it. Some instinct, older than logic, deeper than reason told them to leave space. To stay out of reach. Just in case.

"Focus on me. Look at me." "I can’t," Nikos murmured, his eyes glowing with a blinding, terrifying intensity. "The Ledger... it’s finally opening." The ceiling grate gave way entirely. A figure dropped into the room, a combat rifle raised and aimed at the pod. Then another. Then a third. Victor Kalos stood in the center, his eyes cold, his expression one of bored, murderous intent. "End of the line, you pathetic little parasites," Kalos sneered, gesturing for his men to advance.

“For 363 days.” He searched my face, then let go like I’d burned him. He didn’t touch me again for the rest of the drive. That night, I found a book on my nightstand. The Art of War. No note. I opened it. On the first page, in black ink, sharp and precise: Rule six: Enemies are everywhere. Trust no one. Not even me. I closed the book and looked at the camera in the corner. Red light, blinking. Always blinking.

Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update. I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you. I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book. I will update as soon as I know, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy. It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read. Thank you all for making my dreams come true.

I say. I know about that saying about keeping your friends closer and your enemies even closer, but on this one, I want to play different. I have way too many enemies close. Martha and her husband, and now my friend who has turned out to be my enemy—Janie. Those are enough. Rina needs to go, and I know exactly where she will run to. To her accomplice, of course. And that is what I want. Because I want to work on them as one item. I will so crash them in a cruel way that rebulding themselves up would be worse than death. And their plead for mercy will be a far cry that no one will hear.

I have a small allowance, but not enough to disappear, not enough to start over somewhere he couldn't find me. Running away isn't an option either, father and that old dog, they have too many connections, too much reach. I need protection. Real protection. The kind of protection that even Richard Vance couldn't circumvent. I need... My phone buzzed. A news alert, HARTMANN ENTERPRISES CLOSES RECORD BREAKING DEAL. CEO JULIAN HARTMANN PROVES ONCE AGAIN WHY HE'S THE MOST FEARED MAN IN MANHATTAN.