Love Your Enemy Drama Novels & Stories

’ The king gave Charlotte a hand gesture to come closer, “Engram and the Blackfrost brothers would fight each other and no matter how strong your step brother is, he couldn't win against the brothers… well he maybe could kill one of them, but imposible to kill all of them at once.” “Why Engram wanted to fight them, I know he’s not that stupid.” “It's because your brother is blinded by love.” “Love?” It took Charlotte a while to figure out the information that she just heard, “Did he fall in love with Jeremiah? The one that he should kill?” Charlotte cupped her mouth to hide her laughter. Edgar was laughing with his daughter, “Indeed, how foolish isn’t it… to fall in love with your own enemy…

Emily's POV: My best friend's girlfriend! One woman. One beautiful woman who changed both of our destinies. One who destroyed my hopes of living happily ever after with Edward but gave him the best happiness he could ever get in his life. Her Love. They say that 'to love and being loved in return is the best thing in the world!' They say right though, I must admit!! Things worked out for them pretty well I suppose. I always thought that Lara was a big obstacle between me and Edward but years passed by like seasons and I never realized when I ended up becoming obstacle between the two lovers.

Esther said to the other frantic woman. “Are you stupid, that woman already has a hideous scar on her face, and he still stands with her,” the other yells, “you got me into the mess with the guise that he loved you enough to forgive me. I shouldn’t have trusted you.” “Listen lady,” Esther says angrily, strangling the other woman, “Heath loves me, I know this. I saw how he looked at me on that cruise, he loved me beyond comprehension, he cannot breathe without me being loved. He is just a mere distraction.”

, She said annoyed. "Fine. I need help. Please.", I said in haste. "Continue.", She said yawning again. I told her the whole story of my hate to love relationship. After a few minutes of thought she said, "Good to know that you found your brain and are now regretting. Proud of you brother. Now, my idea is go and be friends with Akansha because a great Indian man had said that 'Love is Friendship'. So now keep my phone and go get your girl.", She said.

If her brother wasn't caught, I would have made her Luna. I would have played straight into the Rogue King's trap. The biggest enemy of the kingdom. My hand found her chin, and I softly squeezed it, earning a flinch from her as she shook under my cold gaze. "You lied to me." "I didn't. " She whispered, tears falling from her eyes. But I wasn't convinced. She has been lying to me this whole time. The one time I decided to allow my emotions to rule, I was played. Was I wrong for loving? And why was I made to love my enemy, who could look me in the eye and lie.

And so much more that she absolutely adored. Enemies to lovers was one she loved most, it being the one to spark that desire inside her. To have someone hate you so much, yet love you all the same... It was serene. And she wished to experience such a comfort of someone knowing all the worst parts of her and saying that despite it all, they would choose her.

At this man who had broken me and searched for me and built a plan at midnight and carried my son to bed and stood between us and a threat and learned the shape of our boy with anglerfish and bioluminescence and chess and a gift shop book. At this man who had said I would have chosen you and drive carefully and not never and I want to and now this, plain as something solid, I am in love with you. Seven years. Four hours on a train. A worn sofa and a promise. A boy in a good jumper. A last wall, gone. "I know," I said. He waited. "I am also," I said. "In love with you." I held his gaze. "I have been not being in love with you for approximately seventeen days and I have been extremely unsucces

"I think we really need to talk." "Hi, Mom." "Alexander St. James." She said his name like it was evidence of something. "Damien's rival, his enemy." "I know who he is." "Your husband is not even... the divorce is not even finalized... Elena, what are you doing?" "I am building a life," I said quietly. "That is what I am doing." "He is using you," she said. "Whatever he has told you, whatever he has promised you, men like that do not do anything without a reason."

"You know what our enemies will do. They won't attack you directly. They'll attack her. They'll use her. They'll try to break her because they know they can't beat you any other way. They only have to reach the one person who can destroy you from the inside." I didn't interrupt. Everything he said was true. After several minutes of silence I walked to the window overlooking the sea. Memories came without invitation: the wedding where I first took her, Matteo's kidnapping, the rubble in Sicily, the interrogation room, the quiet way she'd cleaned blood from my hands without flinching. Every enemy had already started aiming at her. I spoke without turning around. "Then I'll make sure no one liv

I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt. I immediately turned off the screen, not wanting to listen to whatever was left for them to say. The room seemed to spin, and my fingers began to tremble as I staggered back, my vision blurring from the sting of unshed tears. The words still linger in my mind. A bet? My marriage — my entire life– turns out to be just a sick game to Martin. A cruel game.