My Beautiful Enemy Novels & Stories

As the girl checked her list, a frown formed on her face. “You’re that handsome guy’s fiance” I glared at her, suppressing a growl. You don’t call a wolf's mate that in front of her. But she’s human, so I understand. “I am” She points to a door and we enter. The esthetician beamed with happiness when she saw me. I could tell she was from our pack. “Have a seat, I’m just excited and honoured I’ll be doing your face Luna” I giggled at her excitement. I have a feeling this will be something she talks about forever.

Serena I look at Conall and the beautiful diamond ring he's holding. I'm stunned, not expecting this, but now I see why he was so nervous. I never imagined I'd be in this situation again—another man asking me to marry him. This time, it's different because he's a good man who genuinely loves me and won’t hurt me so deeply that I lose myself.

"He who kills by the sword must dye by the sword. Your enemies, they did this to you. They killed Dario, just like they killed your wife and this is how pathetic you have become!" "What would you have me do?" I asked. "I just came back to the East Coast. My entire asset is frozen, I only have this small apartment thanks to Vincent." "And you think I don't know? Or do you think your enemy are not aware of the self confidential statement that you made the first day you arrived here?" He asked. I ignored his words and continued with my pushups, hoping I could skip past the entire process and continue fighting through the pain. "When your enemy comes, they are going to find out that you are comp

" Johan's eyes became downcast. There was a hint of guilt on his face, and he looked at me as if he were at a loss. The sky was overcast, and I couldn't help shivering when a cold wind brushed past my shoulders. I felt a faint warmth coming from behind me, and when I turned around, I found myself in a warm embrace. Christian wrapped me up in his coat, but Johan wrenched me out of his arms and dragged me behind him. Hatred flashing through his eyes, he yelled, "Christian Goodman! I know that you've been forced to suffer your recent losses in silence, but just come at me if you have a problem with me! What's the point of bullying a woman?"

Even Isabella herself had since frozen with eyeballs dancing about, clearly not expecting that from Isla. But Isla simply smiled. A small, polite yet dangerous expression. None of it reached her eyes. Inside, her thoughts were cold and clear. “You know what they say about … keep your enemies close.”

She could feel heat radiating from his piercing gaze, intense and unwavering, as it locked onto her lips the moment she dared to open her eyes. "Is this what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies even closer?" The question reverberated in her mind, a breathless whisper tinged with confusion and urgency. She wrestled with her thoughts, realizing, 'He's not the enemy here or my foe; that title belongs to Sheppard Choi. Victor Choi, on the other hand, is nothing more than a captivating challenge—intriguing, unpredictable, and undeniably compelling man that could easily sidetrack her from her mission at hand.'

“I know.” The romantic evening and the little moment of peace shattered around me. Adrian’s words and Chloe’s indirect message – it all wrapped into a terrifying realization. The enemy was closer than I imagined. And she was using every weapon at her disposal. Even charming billionaires to get to me. The game had just become more personal and more dangerous.

"Look what we have here." Luca instinctively stepped in front of her, and the tension in his body was immediate. Emilia's stomach flipped as a man stepped into the dim light, a gun clutched in one hand. "Vitael" Luca said, cold. His face twisted wry with a smirking smile as his eyes darted between them. "Romano and De Luca. What a rare sight-enemies running hand in hand." "Let her go," Luca growled. He chuckled. "Let her go? Oh, no, no, no, she's so valuable. A De Luca princess all to myself with a Romano, what would your family think when they saw this."

The catalyst that had awakened this hunger. “I need to speak to Kiara.” “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been really tense.” Ayla responded. Ayla…” I stared at my bloodstained hands. “You keep looking at me like I’m something worth saving.” “Because you are.” “You don’t understand. There’s something inside me that wants to tear everything apart.” “Hey, hey.” She whispered, holding my fisted hands. “We’re all a little broken, made up of several jagged bits but not all those pieces are dark, some are beautiful, special and they make it worth loving the rest.”

How about of Orlando gets to her first. If killing Orlando is the only way to keep her alive then i am ready for war. I reach for my gun by the bed stand, as i stare at my reflection in the mirror. This time i dont see Enzo but a wounded Allessandro. Since they all think of me as the devil, I will make sure they are right. But what they’ll never understand… …is that even the devil can fall in love with his ruin.