Loving The Enemy Novels & Stories

Rudolf is not familiar to his father’s behavior towards him as his gaze seems a question mark ,and smiles nodding ,”yes Dad, I am going now. Joash turns to Olga again, suggesting gently, “My sweetheart, could you be a good girl from now on? Daddy loves you. "Play with your younger brother," Joash says to Olga as he slowly puts her down, seeing Ethan coming excitedly while Olga is trying to find her other toys to play with Ethan. This time, she does not feel envious that Ethan is getting her two fathers' attention because Ethan is also paying attention to her needs.

Because for some reason… it didn’t feel wrong. Ava is not like anyone else in my world. She doesn’t flatter me, doesn’t squirm under my stare, doesn’t treat me like a prize to be won. She carries herself with quiet defiance, even when she tries to hide it. And that night at the gala, when I asked her to tell me one true thing about herself, she said she hated pity. The way she said it, like it was a confession she had never shared with anyone.

My heart twisted with conflicting emotions—how could my mortal enemy, this man who my father told me was the devil, be so nice? The line between hate and something dangerously close to admiration blurred with every step I took away from his office. I shook my head, guilt gnawing at me as I questioned whether my father was wrong. Could he actually be a good person? Was what I’m doing—trying to ruin his life and everything he’s worked for—completely wrong? My father would slap me if he heard my thoughts, but I couldn’t shake the doubt creeping into my mind.

Sunbeams filtered through, hitting the edge of the desk and casting a glow over a rusting miniature robot sculpture by the shelf. “You know what the world doesn’t care about?” he said, turning slightly. “Personal differences. The systems we build must work, regardless of who builds them. The power doesn’t care if the engineers hate each other. The solution matters, not the emotion.” Austin swallowed hard. He looked down. “Yes, sir.” Mr. Mathew turned fully now, leaning against the window ledge with arms crossed. “I’m not changing your partner.” Austin’s heart dropped. “But…” Mr. Mathew continued, “I will grant you an extension if your conflict affects your timeline. I’ve seen both of your ac

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?

Thorne would kill me if I even thought of that. The enemy of my enemy. "I'm with you," I said firmly. Because the enemy of my enemy might not be my friend. But right now, he was all I had.

Nayel bites his lower lip staring into my eyes, "This is definitely going to come out wrong but I don't understand why I like you so much don't get me wrong you're amazing and beautiful every guy you meet probably falls for you but as someone who has been completely desensitized to romance and relationships and hasn't felt anything for anyone in years." Nayel shakes his head, "But yet your smile lights up my day, you're so funny and hard-working, I enjoy arguing with you, I love seeing you be mean to me, you have a heart of gold, you care so much about everyone and everything all the things I find annoying and hate about people opposite of me I find them endearing when it comes to you while

I asked him pouting. He chuckled and shook his head denying it. He started explaining what it actually meant, and it stirred something in my heart. “You have been my friend and loved me with all of your heart all my life. You are the most affectionate person other than Jay I’ve seen in my life. But the ‘enemy’ means someone who can hurt the other. In our case, don’t take it literally, but you are the only person that can hurt me in this world, Ava.” “You make me happy and hurt me like no one. I love you to the point that it hurts and sometimes the lines get blurred that even when you hurt me, it makes me happy.” He said with his grey eyes swirling with emotions.

Not having the correct words to speak, I simply lean in closer placing my head against his chest hearing the sound of his steady heartbeat, where his arms were soon wrapped around me holding me so tightly. As though he was making a habit of it, that second wall of my unshakable walls around myself began to crack at the very bottom and soon, crashed to the floor. Could I ever love again and especially, love the enemy?

“She’s not weak. She’s survived worse than what we’ve thrown at her so far.” A smile crept into the darkness. “I’m not underestimating her. I’m studying her.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. “And while she has people who love her, she has just as many who resent her. Old grudges. Quiet hatred. People waiting for the right excuse.” The first man exhaled slowly. “Enemies.” “Yes,” the second said, satisfaction bleeding into the word. “And enemies are far more useful than loyal friends. Friends protect. Enemies destroy.”