Loving The Enemy Novels & Stories

she announced and placed the kit beside her. "Thanks," I simply said. "Just so you know, you're not very welcome." I stared at her with a grin on my face as I spoke. "They say, the more you hate, the more you love." "Ew! I will never consider—" I went near her, "falling...in...love with..."

"Go on" "Just imagine this scenario, I watched an emotional movie and this is the scenario, the lady fell in love with the enemy's son, she fell so deeply in love with him, meanwhile what she wants the most before meeting him is ruining the family and killing every one of them. After falling in love with the enemy's son, she still plans to go on with her revenge and when she finally does, the love the enemy's son has for her is turned into hatred, if you were the guy in the movie, would you hate the girl too?"

The question was clear, could I love my enemy? I moved closer because I didn't know the answer to all our troubles but I knew I needed him in this storm to stay sane I stepped toward him. "There is a thin line between love and hate, my love," was all I could say as I held out my hand to him. He took it and tenderly kissed it. As I hugged Grandpa goodbye, he whispered a warning, "The road ahead is hard for both of you. An enemy will always feed you poison." Mum Eleanor hugged me with tears in her eyes. "Shall we meet again?" she asked.

She shouted out loud but closed her mouth immediately. Emily's eyes darted around the balcony, ensuring no one had witnessed her outburst. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "No way!" she repeated to herself, this time in a whisper. "There's no way I'm falling for him... he's my enemy." She clenched her fists, as if physically trying to shake off the feelings. "Get a hold of yourself, Emily," *think about the things he did to you, all the pains he caused your family to go through*

A furious, vengeful roar that shook the entire mountain to its spine. Then came the burst— A pulse, like an electric shock bomb. An intense wave of dark lightning surging from its core. Oscar was frozen in place. He didn’t see it. He was too close. Too goddamn close. And for reasons I don’t even understand, my legs moved. I hated him. I hated his cocky mouth, his smug grin. I hated the Union. I hated this whole fucking world. This war. These monsters. My fate. So why?

“No, but I damn sure plan to put that on my to-do list for this year.” He laughed. “It’s a good read. Sun Tzu was a Chinese military strategist and philosopher. One of the popular concepts of his work was the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” He twisted the squares and pushed them up and down along the zig zag line, instead of from side to side like on a cube. “Do you understand what that is saying?” “Yes. Whoever tried to kill Mia is an enemy to Mia, me, and you. Therefore, in this moment, we’re all cool in the gang.”

By saying that he left. He reached home and entered in his room , where Krisha was already sleeping peacefully on bed . A smile came on Abeer's face when he saw her pretty face. He was lucky to have her as his wife. He chuckled when he recall that how they used to fight with eachother . They used to be childhood enemies and now he is in love with her childhood enemy. Preview:- We are just following the rules?

I motioned to the dining table for us to sit, and when she was seated, she clasped her hands as she waited for me to start. “So, where do you want me to start,” I asked nervously. “You’re an acquaintance of my brothers, but I’ve done some research on the internet, and it says your family and mine are enemies.” Her eyes filled with tears. “When our fathers were in charge, we were, but since Luca and I took over, it’s a bit more civil, and I would never hurt you.” “I know that,” she admitted. “Will I have to choose?” “Do you think your brothers would make you choose?” I asked her, suddenly terrified of what she might say.

He whimpered, cried, convulsed and wailed continuously in pain while I finally felt so satisfied with myself, at least for now. Forgiveness is not an option towards any of my enemies, the Amato pack especially. When it comes to them, death after great tortures was all they deserved, every single one of them. And I will not rest until I've ended every of their lifelines with my very own hands, from the youngest to the eldest of them all.

Andreas hisses at the pain, falling forward to lean on his hands with a heaving chest. “Is it a sin for one to rejoice that his life has been spared by the woman he loves?” His second confession makes me stumble backwards. Did he just profess his love and in front of everyone? That’s… awkward. Love, is that what he thinks this is? “If this is how you treat people you love, I’d hate to see what you do to your enemies.” He looks up at me in shock as my words hit home.