Love Thy Enemy Novels & Stories

All I can hear is the sound of wind whipping around my head and Lilith’s evil laugh filling my mind. My anger begins to rush to fingertips. The urge to burn the tower to the ground is overwhelming, but I can hear Grace’s teachings echoing in my head. “You will never overcome the element of air with the element of fire.” Closing my eyes against the wind, I pull the wind from around room into my core. Swiping my hands down in a single swift motion, I push a gust of wind from arms towards Lilith. “Enough,” I scream as my wind catches Lilith off guard and knocks her off her feet.

the enemy of my enemy is my friend". Sheena was hurt at what happened to her lover and sought revenge. I, on the other hand just wanted to cut off a weed. “I'll do my best“ “Then hurt that fucker for me“

"Did you find it, boss?" "No, I didn't. The bastard is shrewd even unto death, but his family will suffer it,” He stood outside the house, just in front of the three cars he had come with. Rodrigo was such a coward for bringing men in 3 cars to kill a man, his wife, and his 10-year-old daughter. The whole charade was not necessary, except that now I know that he's a man who loves to flaunt his wealth and power. He loved to be feared, and hell, I fear him.

“Are you playing mind games with me, Marcone?” “Of course not. I won’t dare do that, and besides, we’ve already settled our scores with my men—you remember what you did to my men who were simply following my orders?” His voice was rough; I guess torturing his men really got to him. Next time he won't mess with whatever belongs to the Valentis. “Who did it then?” I asked with narrowed eyes. “You have many enemies, Luca, but trust me, I learned my lesson,” he said with his two hands raised in surrender.

he said in a dismissive tone. This man is seriously getting on my nerves. “One more thing, you can’t see other men. I guarantee I won’t touch you unless you want me to.” “ So I am your prisoner now. These rules are insane!” I said raising my voice a little—I need it to get through his thick skull. I felt the anger bubbling in the pit of my belly. Killian just looked at me, “Why do you always find it difficult to follow simple orders?” He said, irritation laced in his tone.

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.

I turn my gaze back and then visualize a scene that is somewhat amusing, dangerous, and also somewhat unpleasant. A boy, somewhat overweight and also very drunk, takes off his shirt and starts running like crazy, shouting things I didn't manage to understand and passing by right where I was. He gets to the lake in front of the house and then he dumps it. Everyone here is shouting his name and some other things like, "That's how it's done, motherfucker!" "I'm your fan!" "Make me a son!" "I love you, fat man!" And worst of all, all that was said only by men. It was really funny.

Another trick I believe “I know I have been crazy with you, but I truly love you from the depth of my heart. I’m sorry for all the wrongs I have done to you.” He was being serious. Now I flared up. “Get away from me!” I pushed him off me with the little strength left in me and sprang up from the bed. “What are you saying?” I shouted, looking like a mess. “You don’t have the right to treat me the way you did. You are my enemy, you were sent to ruin my every moment,” I reminded pointing directly at him. I was burning with anger. His words hit me like thunderstruck. “You don’t possess a heart to love anyone, but yourself. You are a monster, Sidd!” I rebuked angrily. I don’t care what he does to

"Just like you." "I am playing a part," Adrian snapped, his voice rising in dangerous defiance as he met Theodore halfway across the Persian rug. "You think this is a game, Theodore? You think I enjoy standing down there smiling at men who want to tear my family apart?" "I don't think it's a game at all," Theodore whispered, stopping mere inches from Adrian. The raw heat radiating off him cut right through the freezing draft of the room. "I know it's a war. And right now, you're standing on the front line wearing a target."

Correction: make friends. "My lady, do not ever try that move if you are faced with real danger. Never trust your enemy," Soren instructed after I attempted to help him stand up from the ground. "I'm not in any real danger now, and you're not my enemy," I reminded him. His features hardened. "You are supposed to liken me to an enemy. No matter who a person is to you, to trust them in the way that you do will do no good to you. Be it during training or in the real world. Harden your heart." Soren advised.