Keep Your Enemies Close Book Novels & Stories

She asked to meet frequently, saying that she had just returned to New York and had very few friends. "But of what benefit would being friends with her bring? It would only lead to you spending so much money on shopping.” She wasn't getting it, "You know she is close friends with Victoria," Lydia nodded, finally getting it. "Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer." "Yes," I smiled. "What do you say? I make friends with both women, keep an eye on them, get good, and use info on them that you can easily use against them. What is more, we can still put their mind and attention towards anywhere we want it to."

Andalia's mother had managed to find an apartment nearby, in a pack that seemed both small and widespread, almost deserted, from what Andalia had heard. The area was rumored to be a domain for witches, but she cared little for such things. As long as no one paid attention to them, she had no reason to worry. Andalia had never feared witches, especially not those who lingered around werewolf packs. They were likely of lower rank, given that witches and wolves had long been enemies, a history she had yet to fully understand.

a private school for shifters. I knew that for most people, military school would be worse, but I had seen the Alpha private school brochures in my father’s desk drawers. A bunch of hormonal, angry future alphas together was never a good thing. A lot of them never made it home. If you were stronger, they would attack you as a group before fighting each other. I didn’t want to risk it. I was bound and determined to stay alive so that I could have her. I took a deep breath before unlocking her back door.

“And I, you. Thank you for tonight. I will be in touch soon. Goodnight, Conall.” I hang up before he has a chance to say anything else. I am too exhausted to discuss anything else. Conall won’t care about me hanging up. I made it clear other than our plan, we don’t need to socialise or even be friends. I am not looking for a friend. All I need for now is someone to help me get my revenge. I stopped allowing people to get close to me after everything that happened. I have no trust in anyone, including Conall. It is business, nothing more.

“No wonder you’ve been losing focus. You were falling for her, bro.” “Falling?” Damian snapped, his tone razor sharp. “Don’t use that word. She deceived me. She let me stand in front of her like a fool, talking about taking that seat, when she was already sitting on it.” Ryan studied him quietly. “Maybe she wasn’t trying to deceive you. Maybe she just didn’t tell you everything yet. You ever think of that?” Damian’s fists clenched. “Don’t defend her, Ryan. Not now. I trusted her, and she turned out to be my enemy. I can’t afford enemies.”

And with that, he turned toward the broken gates, toward the sea of enemies pouring in under Veylen’s banner. The storm had broken. And now, it would decide who was left standing.

"She stays where she is until I know more. I am not putting two unknowns in the same room until I have a better read on both of them." "Reasonable," Rowan says. He leans back and looks at me. "Is there anything else?" "Yes," I say. "The hostile ones. I want names." He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a folded paper and sets it on the desk. "I thought you would ask." I pick it up and unfold it and read down the list. Most of the names I expect. Warriors who have been here long enough to have opinions about things and a few who have always been resistant to anything that disrupts the way things run.

“I have to say, she almost had me, she even succeeded in making me leave out of fear, but there’s a popular saying ‘Your true enemies are closer to you than you think’ .” “Salma will be a piece of cake for me to destroy, I know just where she belongs.”

She called again, slightly leaning towards him with a little frown on her temple. "Have you ever thought that there could be a mole among us?" She asked. "Fabiola?" Pops called in a fatherly tone. "Yes Pops." She answered, attentively giving him her ears. "In life, it doesn't matter what you do, how rich you are or how powerful you are, even how broke and bankrupt you are, or simple and kind, or evil… you'll always have enemies. One thing you should keep in mind is that; your enemy is never from outside, he is from within. He opens the door for the thief to come in."

"It’s just that... well... since we live together, I thought maybe we should try to get to know each other better, keep the peace, and be good friends... Will you let me be your friend?" "Huh?" She looked at him strangely, then shrugged as if it didn’t matter. "You’re acting weird!" She returned to the convention hall. Realizing it was impossible to control the Korean woman, Yukio pulled out his phone and called his best friend. "Take care of the Americans!" he ordered. "Listen carefully: no matter what happens, don’t let Thomas Won and Sotomayor meet face to face!"