My Beautiful Enemy Novels & Stories

“You said you were ready to die. You went on about having this crazy fantasy about a killer with striking honey brown eyes and statuesque build make him appear radiant and perfectly dashing.” “Yeah… but have you seen you? You don’t fit the description. You look like you were drawn with a shaky hand. I refuse to remain perpetually miserable as I march towards the afterlife.” “You deceitful bitch…” my opponent screams angrily. “It’s called a strategy. First rule of war… never trust your enemy.” “Goodbye, Mr. Bald Man.”

She was the enemy and remained so. My lips strained, protesting against the foreign action, smiling, but I couldn't take it off, not when it felt like I just won a battle I was destined to lose. Even crazier, I knew she would prepare for war, but it didn't matter at that moment. Now, we were both frustrated and I successfully stopped my member from thinking for me, it was no easy feat considering my opponent. As much as I hated to admit it, she was the picture of gorgeous, a goddess in her own right, but I would rather die than say that out loud.

“What if he rejects me?” Anita opens her mouth to answer, then pauses. “Well, you better make up your mind.” She nods toward the entrance. “Looks like somebody else got tired of waiting.” I follow her gaze, and my stomach drops the second I see who's just walked in. Amber Hale. The Campus Barbie herself. Her blonde hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, and she's wearing a tight crop top and shorts that leave very little to the imagination. She looks effortlessly put together, as usual, and carries herself with the kind of confidence that makes it seem like she owns every room she walks into.

I’d make it my life’s mission to kill all of them one by one, taking my time with each of them and letting them know it was because they’d fucked my ex. Not all of them had made it past a first date, but those ones would die too, much quicker than the others. I turned back to her photo and stared at it until the tightness in my chest loosened. She was mine again. She would remain mine. And she was beautiful as ever, her skin glowing with a golden hue as the sunlight fell across her face, illuminating her eyes. How could someone so beautiful be so evil? How could someone with a face like that be so fucking manipulative?

"You know what our enemies will do. They won't attack you directly. They'll attack her. They'll use her. They'll try to break her because they know they can't beat you any other way. They only have to reach the one person who can destroy you from the inside." I didn't interrupt. Everything he said was true. After several minutes of silence I walked to the window overlooking the sea. Memories came without invitation: the wedding where I first took her, Matteo's kidnapping, the rubble in Sicily, the interrogation room, the quiet way she'd cleaned blood from my hands without flinching. Every enemy had already started aiming at her. I spoke without turning around. "Then I'll make sure no one liv

Brynn shot me a sharp glance. "If there's an enemy that is out to get him, isn't it safe for us to partner with whoever that may be?" He suggested, his gaze darting from mine to Enrique's. "You know the saying "an enemy of my enemy is my friend". If they are looking to destroy this idiot Alpha, they might be useful to us."

A full course meal is served and she talks to me as if I am a long time friend whom she missed but we both know the truth. “ Fine. I guess.” Careful with my words, I need to be careful with her because she is wicked and dangerous woman. I needed to remind myself that she is not a friend but an enemy. I swallow all of the bile in my throat when I saw how beautiful and classy she looked like when she is eating. Did I mention that she is a natural beauty and I always admire her for how she showcase herself? “ Still living,huh? After all of the scandal, I mean….”

He asked harshly, not sparing me a glare. "Why won't I be confused? Don't you know it is very dangerous to be caught unaware by your enemy?" I asked him. "I don't know that and who is the enemy?" He asked me nonchalantly. "What is wrong with you? Who is the enemy? Of course, it is Amelia! Amelia Brown! Amelia is the enemy!" I said to him, making emphasis and repeating and hammering it so he got the point. "Okay then!" He simply said to me.

I heard a female voice, but the person did turn around to face me “I don't have enemies…” I said with folded hands. The person laughed so hard, I wondered what was wrong with her. “You don't need to have enemies to be an enemy to someone. Actually, this is a generational enmity. I didn't know no one told you about me, are you saying I'm not famous enough?” She said before turning to face me. Immediately she took off the cloak, I gasped and stepped back. She yelled, “It is I, Anastasia. Your worse enemy. I ended your father and mother, I will end you too!”

The one who had asked me my name and then smirked before I blacked out. Little bitch. Elide exploded in my head and I found myself feeling grateful at the moment for her presence. I was in the enemy’s camp and I was scared shitless. I was scared out of my mind and heaven knew I had no idea what to do. I looked up defiantly at the very beautiful, elegant looking lady as she walked in, she looked like a warrior princess, everything was perfect about her, except her smile. It made her look so scary and hideous. I would not be afraid. I was not afraid of maniacs, even if she looked like she could be carving out my throat and still be smiling that smile of hers. She looked rather demonic.