My Beautiful Enemy Novels & Stories

Every argument turned into a battle, a test, a war of wills. One night, he showed up at my house unannounced. My heart raced, half with fear, half with the strange pull I couldn’t deny. “I know what you’re doing,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Trying to make me jealous. Testing me.” I looked him in the eye, my chest tight but my voice steady. “Maybe I am.” His expression darkened. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Don’t forget it.” “I haven’t forgotten,” I said, smiling faintly. “But maybe I’m learning what I deserve.”

"The artist." I blinked, caught off guard. "Yes." "I saw your painting at the competition. It was incredible." He smiled, a genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "I am Dylan." "I know who you are." "Then you know I am the enemy." He laughed. "But I am not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to say I am a fan." I felt my cheeks flush. "Thank you." "Maybe I could take you out sometime. Get coffee. Talk about art." He shrugged. "If you are interested."

he asked “Same as what you think. If you attack an enemy, won’t you strike their weakness?” A smile formed on my lips as I glide my touch to his jaw. “Intellectual manipulation is one of their favorite tactics. If the enemy bears that in mind, he’ll use it as the weapon that will backfire him unattentively.” My hand wraps around his neck, pulling him intimately. And to the reason why I am doing this, no comment. “Why am I disclosing this to an enemy?” Diego heftily chuckled and drifted his hand grazed on my hair, clipping it behind my ears. “I treasure you like a fragile diamond, that all I got from your sparkles were enclosed in a special chamber.”

To me there's no point lying since I don't have a mate to fear neither am I in my land that rumours will be spread. "Who wouldn't? He so handsome" I said dreamingly. Bella burst into laughter. "You don't cease to amaze me girl. I've you forgotten who we are talking about? He's a handsome deadly man" she said. I frowned. " Of course not" I then smiled again. " There's no harm done in admiring a very handsome man even if he's as deadly as the devil and also an enemy. I know good stuff and I don't mind checking it out" I said winking at her.

She didn’t speak much and her laughter often fell to sobbing for her loss of her husband, I mourned with her as we sat back and remanence on the memories we had with my father, I could hear the words my father once told me when he was alive and that was to be aware of my surroundings and to keep my enemy as close as possible which made José my new and closest enemy, my heart ached at the word enemy that echoed in my mind and I could feel my stomach turn as I ran to the bathroom. I checked in with my mother to see if she wanted to have a girl's day and she was finally up to go out and enjoy life again, it had been one month since José left and we were glad to be on our own so we dressed up an

Within the blink of an eye, she went from being so warm and lovely to this distant and cold person who didn't even want to look at me. “Where is him?” I asked, wanting all this to be a sick joke that we could laugh about later. “Where is Nero?” For a moment, I saw her eyes soften at his name as if I had hurt her, but then they hardened again, anger flashing through her orbs, and she said, “You should leave, Jason. My patience is thin, and I have no mercy for the friends of my enemy.” “Enemy?! What the fuck, Blake! Tell me this is not Nero you are fucking talking about?!” I lashed out.

"Yes. I don't believe, I know it. I'm sure of it, CM. This place is so beautiful and there are so many things for us to see together and do together. I have even made some cool friends here. I'm sure you'll love it here." He smiled and for a moment I thought it was genuine. "You've really gone far, Hill. They must have done something to you." My smile faded. "No! You don't understand. I like it here." He frowned. "That's not possible. This is not where we belong. We can't live amongst enemies when we have our own home." "They are not enemies." I said, offended. "Really!!" He yelled at me. "For God sake, they tortured and almost killed me. They are vicious and murderous beasts, what other att

She found herself recalling a lyric from, Scars to your beautiful by Alessia cara. * There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful* So yeah... We are all beautiful and shouldn't let anyone's opinion make us doubt that fact. **** " You look dazzling. " Aiden commented when Malisa came downstairs... " Hm... Thanks. " They were about to head out of the house when the butler met them...

"I know you were only protecting the very thing that has you sharing my bed now." "The heart can play a foolish game, Mekayla. It can take you to moments of pure bliss and bring you don't strong than the greatest force on earth. You are your own worst enemy, and only you are the one that drives it. I choose to drive mine into a pool of misery and dare I even say hatred."

“Little stepsister. You wouldn't want to be thrown out next time, now, do you?” I stand taller than her, and despite her slender legs and model body, she could be so beautiful if she weren't so dirty on the inside. Beauty is not just skin deep; it's what you have on the inside. She steps closer. “You just made an enemy of me, big stepsister.” Footsteps approach the door. “I don't back down from a challenge.” “You were already an enemy,” I state, my tone bored. “You do well to know I don't back down, either.”