Loving The Enemy Novels & Stories

she lied through her teeth. Lena didn’t believe a word she said, but only nodded along, “yeah, he is Kyren’s greatest opposition so yeah,” she said. “What is that saying again? The enemy of my enemy is my friend?” Caliste mused in her head. Lena looked around the room, she could see that people hadn’t stopped staring, some with longing and others with envy. She was used to the attention, but sometimes, she just wished that they would treat her as though she were a normal person.

Apparently, he's displeased. "Such a pity." I tilt my head to one side and laugh. "I love disrespecting you. Why should I respect a bloodthirsty monster who has no heart and takes the lives of the innocent? Because it's fun? Novel? You get off on the adrenaline of violence and blood? You break families apart and have no shame. Fuck you, motherfucking Vito. You'll rot in hell and get stabbed in every place you go. You're not human; you're a fucking killing machine."

Dexter wished and went back to lie on the bare floor. He tried forcing himself to sleep, but it wasn't just working. He often finds his eyes widened at every attempt to shut them. _______ Romeo sneaked back to his office after a narrow escape. Now he's certain that Rhoda still has issues with him. At some point, he thought that she would be ready to make peace with him. "Now I know who my real enemies are. Rhoda is a mother fucking hypocrite. I have got to be careful next time," he advised himself after clearing his desk.

He had no doubts that it was him. Mr Jonah Jonah, an enemy he had inherited from Nei-nei. Mr Jonah Jonah, a story too heavy to tell.

Just a restaurant address and a time and that flat, certain voice that sounded like a man who was completely unaccustomed to being told no. I stood there in the alley, bag hanging from my shoulder, heart still thudding, and stared at the space where he had just been. Alexander St. James. I knew his reputation. Everyone who knew anything about hockey knew his reputation. Cold. Ruthless. Controlled. The kind of man who dismantled his opponents with pure calculation and didn't lose sleep over it. He was also Damien's enemy. The rivalry between him and Damien had been going on for years, and it was the kind of hatred that went beyond sport. It was personal which meant meeting him tonight was pos

It means her presence greatly affected her. "It's okay, Travis. I don't mind that but I really want to be her friend," she said but deep within her, she scoffed. Her? Friends with Alice? Absurd. She loathed the girl. She hated her for having a perfect life. She hated it and she will do everything to take it all away from her.

Not the way someone like my father or my brother does. “/Scared means hostile./” I remind the pack. “/They know what we can do now. We should be friendly. Let them think they still have some control, so they don’t feel like they have to take control back./” “/Love thy enemies,/” Tala says. “/Even sinners love those who love them./” “/Sarah, please thank the ghosts and let them return home when everything is clear? It will seem less threatening. Mary, you’re one of us, please stay./”

I say, breaking the neutral silence. “I don’t want to back out. Despite the fact that I should hate you just because of your last name, I’ve never really seen you as an enemy.” Anthony answers. I like how he carefully chose the word enemy and not threat. He knew that if he said I wasn’t a threat to him that I would take it the wrong way. So he went with enemy to show respect. I’ve heard of how respectable Anthony is, and now that I’ve interacted with him in person, I buy it. It actually makes me like the bastard even more.

Something twisted I can't explain makes my chest tighten when more tears roll down her cheeks uncontrollably, almost like I'm struggling to breath properly. I really hate it when women cry in front of me. “I can't give you a name,” she repeats, her voice shaky. “It's in the past, and I don't have grudges against her. Moreover, the Lord forbids against malice and ill will towards those who have done us wrong.” Is she being fucking serious now? “Remember, love thy enemy as you love yourself, and repay good with evil,” she states with full assertion like she didn't just utter the most ridiculous words I have ever heard.

The malice in her eyes was a tangible thing, a cold, cruel promise of worse to come if I dared to defy her. “I have never really liked you, Sabrina Williams," she seethed, a malicious pleasure evident in her voice. "You disgust me. You think you're pretty and smart and all that? Trust me, you're not. You're just a pathetic, little girl trying to outshine me, and I couldn't stand for that."