Keep Your Enemies Close Book Novels & Stories

"No, it doesn't. It is completely surprising, the same way it is surprising that you keep finding your way into our midst without being detected. The same way it is surprising that, despite you having this power to be here without being detected, you choose not to kill us all. Which leads me to believe that, for you, killing must be a sport and you must enjoy doing it, waiting for the right moment even when you can just do it right here." Finally, his hand reaches to touch my shoulder. He's been making small movements towards this moment, I sensed it, and the most frustrating thing is that I anticipate his touch with everything in me. "You are nervous. I can smell that. You need to calm down

White for a truce, Green for trade agreement, Blue for Marriages alliances and Black for war. I looked up from the parchment to my father. “What is the meaning of this?” When he didn't respond, I slammed my fist against the desk. “Answer me, father!” “It wasn't my fault!” He dragged his hand through his hair. “It wasn't my fault! This is all on you!” I lifted the black parchment again. “This is all on me? When did I ever agree to wage war with the Red Claws pack!” My body shuddered when I said that name. The Red Claws Pack is the most feared pack in the entire realm and their leader, Alpha Asher, was nicknamed the “Red Beast.”

He was too close. Far too close. Close enough for her to see tiny flecks of silver hidden inside his gray eyes. Close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. Close enough it felt dangerous. "You know what's interesting?" he murmured. "What?" "You don't behave like a waitress." Her throat tightened. Every instinct screamed at her to remain calm. "People surprise you." "They do." His gaze sharpened. "Especially when they know how to pick locks." A dangerous silence followed. Then—

There was no reaction on me, my tongue felt heavy until grief and shock shot through me. He did. The rumors were true, all of them. He'd eliminate a pack because a woman challenged him, made a beta disappear because he looked at him wrongly. He erases people over late taxes and he'd erased 40 of mine over a slap. The very 40 I came to fight for. I hated him, hated everything and without a second thought, I lunged at him. I didn't know what I thought I’d do. Scratch him? Bite him? Die trying?

I motioned to the dining table for us to sit, and when she was seated, she clasped her hands as she waited for me to start. “So, where do you want me to start,” I asked nervously. “You’re an acquaintance of my brothers, but I’ve done some research on the internet, and it says your family and mine are enemies.” Her eyes filled with tears. “When our fathers were in charge, we were, but since Luca and I took over, it’s a bit more civil, and I would never hurt you.” “I know that,” she admitted. “Will I have to choose?” “Do you think your brothers would make you choose?” I asked her, suddenly terrified of what she might say.

Back then, she always felt like it was fun laughing at the female lead. But now due to her circumstances, she realized this is only a good saying if the other was not aware that you're the enemy. It was because once they knew, you would have no choice but continue keeping your enemies closer while pushing your loved ones away, especially if the enemy was not a weak and naive person but a deadly, vengeful and poisonous one.

The day that made me who I am today. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Those words are my motivation and what keeps me going. I trust nobody. Likewise, myself. Anything can happen in the cruel world we live in. It doesn't matter whether rich or poor. Healthy or sick. Man or woman. They all put on a fake façade.

Meanwhile, Mick who was standing by couldn't believe his young master who has always been cold could speak and tease a woman like he was doing with Miss Brown, he was stunned but pretends as if he was not listening to their conversation Suddenly Tony said a profound statement on the phone, " When such a thing happens to you again, try to avoid direct confrontation, instead having a fight that may hurt you, you might as well adopt some roundabout means. A boiling frog would be more useful to deal with your enemies than a few loud slaps."

My back hit first, knocking the air out of me. “Because we’re enemies. I should be the one ending you.” Isabella’s breath came quick, her palms pressed flat on my chest, I caught both of her wrist before she could react. “Too bad.” She opened her mouth to retort, but before another word could leave her lips, I closed the distance between us. “I guess we’re just enemies in disguise,” I murmured, my breath brushing against her lips, “waiting for whatever lies ahead of us.”

"I'm not one to lay an accusation without catching a criminal right in the act or securing concrete evidence. It's better to make them think I didn't get the hint, because it's the only way they would continue with whatever it is, under my nose." "You know what they say? Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer? I keep my enemies closer until they're ripe for my wrath" he said and there was a dangerous edge to his tone but strangely, I didn't feel intimidated or scared. I only felt safer. Like nothing could ever touch me as long as he was with me.