Love Thy Enemy Novels & Stories

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."

“Well, I will be fighting Kate for you. Why should you not fight for me?” I took a sip of my wine. “I am not a violent man.” “So you would let a man beat you up without defending yourself?” she asked. “I wouldn't put myself in a position that would make me have enemies that would want to beat me up,” I replied. “Even for love?” She asked.

He had broken me so badly that I started to have a hatred for men. I thought I was in love with him but meeting Nate, the feelings I had for Jeffrey didn't come near to the feelings I had for Nate. I have come to realized that I never felt love for Jeffrey, it couldn't have been, not with how Nate had easily broken down the walls I had built. But it was too early to know if what I felt for Nate was love when I myself didn't know the meaning of it. Yes I love my brother but not in that way so I couldn't use that as an example. "Nate it isn't the time for this, look when you're coming on your way just make sure that you take in the men we have left tied around the post. They might be a little

I added as I realized my reaction had somehow offended her, "I meant, why so suddenly?" I questioned, but was met with silence as she stared at me, her annoyance evident in her features, "Sylvia, try to understand where I'm coming from," I pleaded, "I meant, you and I know your brother hates me so much and you can testify of the hatred he has for my mother as well, they're both sworn enemies as far as we both know, I was just surprised by the sudden change of mind," I explained, while her expression lightened,

I had been avoiding him all week. But deep inside, I was afraid of him. He is Emilia's brother, the brother of that whore Emilia, who wants nothing but to destroy my life! How can I love my enemy's brother?

She wailed, 'I hate it when people keep secrets from me and make me stupid to believe them'. Tears flowed from her eyes and she clenched his two hands and beamed, 'Kuk, you haven't hidden anything from me so far. I appreciate you showing me yourself as an open book. I felt the peace, the happiness and the calm inside me because of you. I can't express how much I love you in words!

What debt wasn’t she paying? "Become your enemy so that you can know their strengths and weaknesses." Elder Evans mumbled an old saying, but it wasn't right. “That’s not correct. It’s ‘Know your enemy through their strengths and weaknesses.” The saying meant if you want to combat your enemy, you’ll need to know what their strengths and weaknesses are and then you will conquer them. Elder Evans grumbled and growled for a while, but Oli didn’t get much from him after that.

The emergency lights turned on seconds later. A deep crimson glow flooded the archive. Then came a voice. Female. Calm. Distorted through the speaker system. "Hello there, Adrian." Every muscle in his body stiffened. The woman laughed softly. Not kindly. Not warmly. Like someone greeting an old enemy. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever discover the truth." The entire archive fell silent. Nobody dared moved. The air went still. Adrian stared upward. "Who are you?" The woman ignored the question.

If you’ve ever felt like love arrived late for you… If you’ve ever wondered whether you missed your chance… If you’ve ever believed that the past disqualified you from a beautiful future— This story was for you. Enemies to Lovers is about second chances, yes but it’s also about self-trust. Brielle had to trust herself enough to stay. Jaxon had to trust himself enough to change. Together, they built a life that was loud, messy, imperfect, and deeply, fiercely real. Thank you for loving them. Thank you for rooting for them. Thank you for feeling angry on their behalf, smiling at their quiet moments, holding your breath during the hard ones, and celebrating every victory—big and small.

ENEMY My enemy, such a lethal word She looks at me with disdain The way a lion would look at a skunk She's the lion I'm the skunk. Say what!? But what did I do? I think nothing I didn't take over the world I am not miss beauty Hell, I am not miss tall She doesn't want to let anyone know But I know I can see it in her eyes The hatred burns like fire Fire that was provoked The fire can't be put out