My Beautiful Enemy Novels & Stories

He looked at me in disbelief when I said, “ no” “ I mean, Luna Tia says I’m beautiful but I’ve always thought it’s what she felt she was obliged to say to me.” “ Shit…Kayla, if no one has told you then I will. You’re the most beautiful girl in all seven packs I’ve been to – all. Your hair is perfectly silky, stop obsessively worrying about it being rough, and even if it is, it could never diminish your beauty. Your skin is as though you were born to shine even in the dark, your lips…seductive and distracting. You have no idea what you do to my body when you lick your lips. Even that innocent look you initially have turns into an irresistible pull whenever you look at me with your beautiful b

I'm also a girl who lost her parents to someone probably in the same pack. A storm brews inside my heart, but I discover a resolution in my sorrow. It might feel like the world is going under, but I know things will be better, especially after finding the one responsible for my parent's death. Yes, I have to find them, and while I might not be the devil, I still wish my enemy dead.

I stared surprisingly at him "I'm serious I have no enemies Mr.Chancy." "Oh! Yes you do my lady, you have lots of them" he leaned forward and put my hairs behind my ears smiling at me. "You're very beautiful, that's enough to have enemies" he explained. I shook my head "why would I have enemies simply because I'm beautiful? come on.. everyone is beautiful" I said feeling confident. He raised his brows "not everyone my dear, I'm not just talking about the facial beauty, but the one that lives within, the beauty of the heart" he said pointing at my chest.

We just met a few minutes ago. "Come on, I'm a good listener." Well, it's better than talking to my best friend about his twin sister. "Well...there's this..girl," I said as I scratched the back of my neck. She clapped her hand and asked me if she was pretty. "She's gorgeous," I said and smiled. She is imperfect and perfect at the same time. "She's kind, smart, funny, brave, beautiful, caring, the most daring, and an extraordinary girl who treats me differently. She just makes my life worth living. As long as she's there."

her hair was rough but it still didn't hide her beauty , I won't lie she's extremely gorgeous . " yes you don't know me but you're my jackpot . you're he friend of my enemy which makes you my enemy also " I said smiling evilly and she scoff " the Adams won't stop until the find me and when they do you will be sorry " she sniggered and I angrily slam my hand on the table producing a loud bang causing her to flinch . " the Adams are my mortal enemies and I will be glade to have them here " I growled furiously and my wolf side was force surface .

My great enemy, insecurity, was reminding me that I would never be enough for anyone. -You're beautiful. I don't know how you don't have a boyfriend- G's reflection aloud made me lookup. What?- I don't know who has put all the nonsense that you're not in your head, but I promise you, you're beautiful- He pressed my nose, smiling at me.

I mouthed 'what,' but she only stared at me with a harsh scowl. We were immersed in complete silence when she started cleaning my wounds. She was so near me that I could smell her sweet scent already. She's focusing on what she's doing while I keep my focus on her and her features. Her almond eyes have orbs of icy blue like the sea. It has this beautiful blue tone that makes me want to sink my soul into them and be forever a shipwreck. Her tiny lips, long eyelashes, and ruddy cheeks all add to her allure. I see beauty with no disguise just by looking at her. I looked away. After all, Tasha is an addiction that I must resist at all costs. "Done," she announced and placed the kit beside her.

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

"So what - you drop a few pictures of a man holding a gun on a roof and then what? What am I supposed to do about that?" His lips curl into a smirk. "You're a smart girl, hazel eyes, I'm sure you must have figured it out by now." "You're right." I put a hand under my chin in meditative thought. "I have." I shrug. "You're a piece of shit." The grin I give him is cocky, but he doesn't look impressed as he moves closer. "I'm not the enemy here, mi amor, the enemy is. . ." A violent expression flits across his features as he struggles to find a word to finish his statement. "A psychotic bitch."

None of our soldiers look this good in the uniform and a stranger has no business looking so good in an outfit he stole. "I am not that cowardly, to start killing my enemies when they don't see it coming. No, I only attack when my enemies are aware. And I will remind you that I killed that man because he was touching you. You seem to forget." "Great," I walk over to a bench and sit down, crossing my legs. "Now explain to me how you manage to get here without being detected."