Loving The Enemy Novels & Stories

They knew that they had come too far to turn back now. "We're not going to die," Maya said, her voice firm. "We're going to defeat you and save the world." The enemy's leader laughed, a cold and mirthless sound. "We'll see about that," he sneered. And with that, the battle began.

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

"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.

"You will prove loyalty not with words, but with blood." With blood, a murmur ran through the crowd, warriors look at each other. I dared not look up until I heard his next words. "Kill the enemy that stands before you, each one has an enemy whether inside the pack or outside. Do not falter, save yourself or the enemy will kill you. Do not disobey, and become stronger." When I finally raised my eyes, I saw her. My eyes widened in a scene that I have never expected. Did Carla considered me as her enemy? Or was it the other way around?

“That fucker is a one-man army with no concept of the word consequence!” “Then I’ll teach him.” I stood up now, glaring at my defender. “YOU did nothing to him, and he rained fire on your operation. You did NOTHING!” “What will happen if you test him? Huh? Think about this! You are rational, Marcus. That bastard is not! He is NOT! Are you listening to me? He won’t let go of anything he sets his eyes on! He won’t stop until he gets what he wants or destroys it! That fucker plays only one game – winner takes all. There is nothing in between!”

"A colleague from work." "A friend." Amiir repeats the word like it's something distasteful. "Since when do I allow you to have friends, Lara? Did I give you permission to make friends? Did I say you could go out drinking with strange men?" I feel anger flare through my fear. "Since when did you care about anything I do? You're never here. You're always out doing whatever—whoever—you want. But God forbid I have one drink with a coworker after the longest week of my life."

She promised herself she would sleep and forget it all, tomorrow she would remember her father, tomorrow she would rebuild her hate, tomorrow she would look at Lucian Vale across the breakfast table and remember that this was war and she will not loose her self in any further moment. But tonight, for the first time, she let herself admit the truth. She was falling in love with the enemy and there was nothing she could possibly do to stop it.

Luke 6 “But to those who are willing to listen, I say, love your enemies! Do good to those who hate you. Bless those who curse you. Pray for those who hurt you. If someone slaps you on one cheek, offer the other cheek also. If someone demands your coat, offer your shirt also. Give to anyone who asks; and when things are taken away from you, don’t try to get them back. Do to others as you would like them to do to you. Really.... This is very easy to say but is it as easy to act out as it seems? Hell no!

He then tried to pursue Lucas in a convincing manner, "As a devil, you have this habit of thinking everyone as your enemy. You are cold toward everyone. But now it's high time for you to know what's the difference between your well wisher and your enemy. Lucas growled back. His tone had a hint of dolefulness to it. It sounded like he was fed up in the dynamics he was caught in. He said with his sharp and strong voice that had a contrasting dolefulness attached to it. In his voice drowning energy, Lucas screeched, "I referred to her as my love. I considered her as my lover but then why the f*ck is she treating me like an enemy, huh? Why is there any need for resistance?" Saint emphasized, his