My Beautiful Enemy Novels & Stories

THE PACK They came one by one. Rain was sitting at the kitchen counter finishing her second coffee when the first of them appeared in the doorway — a woman, tall and dark-skinned with close- cropped hair and eyes that were doing the same thing Damien's did when he was reading something about you that you hadn't said out loud. She looked at Rain for exactly three seconds. Then she pressed her fist to her chest and dipped her chin. Rain blinked. "That's Nadia," Cole said from beside her, in the tone of a man providing a guided tour. "Pack enforcer. Third ranked. Terrifying. Means you no harm."

"For the record, I imagined it more warmly." They stripped fast and ugly in the dark, dropping coats and shirts into a pile on the frozen flags. The cold bit his bare chest like a hundred knives. Senna stood barefoot in her trousers with her arms wrapped around herself and her eyes enormous, and he thought, with a rush of fierce tenderness he could not afford, she is the bravest person I have ever met. "Ready?" he said, rolling his shoulders against the cold. "Ready." She set her jaw and lifted her chin.

Nice answer, if I tell him I have absolutely no idea that it also came as a shock to me he will look down on me and you know. "We both know you've been ugly up until the time of your birthday, tell me what happened." He demanded. "I look at myself every single day dumbfounded at how beautiful I was but you and everyone always thought I was ugly, I don't care what y'all think of me, I'm beautiful whether ugly or now." That's a paradox right there, 'beautifully ugly' he stared at me with his mouth wide open, unable to utter a word, I gave him the perfect answer without revealing anything.

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

Don Pablo is one man I would count as my greatest enemy and until he is dead, there was no leaving and backing out. On the other hand, I can't wait to make Elena my own. She would be a perfect fit for me. A good picture for crazy moving along with crazy.

She lets sarcasm control most of the things she says, another thing I despise so much about her. She's not that weak or fragile that I thought she would be. I thought the things that sienna have done to her when she was still locked up in the interrogation room would break her and make her weak, but she's different. She hits back the more we hit her and wont let her guard down so easily. This might be the only time I'm gonna admit this, so here it goes. She's definitely beautiful. And hot as hell. I didn't know that my enemy's daughter would be this attractive and beautiful looking till I first met her.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

I become conscious because I am in torn clothes and they both are beautiful dresses "she is so pretty," Patricia said, and she touched my tears. Tears gathered in my eyes because no one has ever said that I am beautiful and this little girl said, "You are actually beautiful Camilla and I promise to protect you," alpha Marco said, and his eyes are telling me that indeed he will protect me. *END OF FLASHBACK*

I can't bare people's hands touching my lips, I mean who knows how much germs it has. I went on moving and moving, trying to get out but the two of them are too strong for me to defeat. The ugly guy hold my hand steady and injected the medicine in me, then they all release me. Me, thinking that I could escape try to get up again, but my body started getting numb. I fall back on the ground and just like that, my eyes started closing. The last thing I heard before I went off is him asking them "Be honest with me you guys... I'm I ugly?"

I make a drink for both of us while he opens the compiled report. “His name is Garrett. Never heard of him, but I have been told he is good,” Jonas says and I frown. Garrett? It can’t be him. “Garrett Adams?” I make a vague guess. “Yes.” I put my drink on the counter to open the file and see his photograph pinned at the top. My jaw clenches. I stare at the photograph for a while. It is indeed him. He looks old. Older than me. He is an enemy. The only one with whom I am not even yet.