Keep Your Enemies Close Book Novels & Stories

"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.

“What’s that old Sun Tzu saying? Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?’ “Yes?” she answers, hesitating for the first time since bombarding me with her prejudices. I can see the wheels spinning, trying to catch up to where I am going. I would have kept this information to myself, if she had threatened only me, but bringing my family into it crossed a line. “Parting of that is knowing the enemy of your enemy,” I say, enjoying the way her eyes brighten with understanding. “And while you're not necessarily an enemy, those same people would be interested to know what you’re hiding here. Who you’re hiding.”

I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Are you out of your damn mind? That man defiled you!" "He didn’t." The truth sat on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t say it. Because I already knew who had orchestrated this mess. And if I was right, then my uncle was involved in more ways than one. "The Andersons are our mortal enemies," he hissed. "And yet, here you are, crawling into their den. Do you have any idea what you’re doing?" I took a slow breath. "There’s a saying, Uncle," I murmured. "Keep your enemies close."

It was that simple. "You are not convinced that we know your enemies are you? Well, we have no idea who your enemies are and since this book Itself is highly sought after, we will not have it graze the hands of others. Especially not ones who have no good intentions with it. This is our prize." I said, my finger splayed on the book. The ladies looked at each other and laughed. "Such pretty reasons, you give. Still, I will not have you leave this place with that… now hand the book over or be ready for trouble! "

He slid his hand into his pocket as Day stepped inside the room, head bowed in the usual sign of respect. "Sir, it's been done," Day reported. Zayn gave a small nod and replied, “Good. Good.” He adjusted the cuff of his shirt, his voice calm but laced with finality. Day hesitated for a second before speaking again. “But, boss... don’t you think it’s time to reveal it? To send her away? Before things get worse?” Zayn’s gaze met Day’s in the mirror. “Keeping your enemies close is better than having them far,” he said smoothly. “When they’re near, you learn their habits, their weaknesses… you know when they strike. You see every move before they even think of it.”

“It was a shock when we thought you were gone.” She smiled faintly. “I suppose it was a shock for me too.” The way she said it made the back of my neck itch. It felt like she was reading me as much as I was reading her. “Good to have you back,” I said finally, and left. Back in my office, I told myself I was doing the right thing. Keep your enemy close. It was an old rule. But as the day went on, I started to wonder if I was the one being kept close.

He never interrupted. The longer I read, the more the tension bled out of his shoulders. His breathing slowed. The hard line of his jaw relaxed by degrees. Oh, how satisfying it was to offer relief to my enemy. After a while I glanced up. Firelight played across his face, softening the sharp edges I’d grown used to. He looked… human. I reached the end of the chapter and let the book rest in my lap, finger marking the page. Silence stretched between us, thick and warm and way too intimate for people who were supposed to hate each other.

I need to keep him away from my people. Fuck! That sonofabitch is going to do something. To Marcus. Soon. Otherwise, why clean his trail so quickly? The trembling in my body had stopped. Sooner than I expected. I breathed deep and closed my eyes. I saw my dark angel. My savior. My Marcus. ==========

Nathan was not the kind of person who acted on impulse, and he never forgot a slight. Shaun and Nathan had been enemies since Shaun’s first year on campus. There had never been a clear reason for it, no single argument that explained why the hostility between them had grown so intense. It had started subtly, with sharp looks and unspoken rivalry, but over time it became personal, especially when women were involved. Nathan had a habit of taking what belonged to other people, and Shaun had learned that the hard way. Emma had been the first. It had been nothing more than a bet to Nathan and his friends. He had been dared to date a first year student and dump her after three days, and Emma had

The one who couldn't open up because I was too busy counting the costs of everything. I wander the streets of the Financial District. Tourists chatter beside food carts, but all I hear is the roar of the city and the echo of the gunshot that killed Gina. Suddenly, every face feels like a threat. Every reflection in a shop window feels like a warning. I’ve become hyperaware of how exposed I am. Never underestimate the enemy. Always assume they are smarter than you. My gaze slides from one corner of the street to the next, searching for the threat. Searching for the enforcer hiding in plain sight. Searching… for Ron.