My Enemy And I Novels & Stories

Fury simmered beneath his cold expression, and the moment he saw me approaching, a mocking sneer curled across his lips. "Finished?" he drawled, his voice dripping with contempt. A slow, deliberate smile curved my lips as I held his gaze. For the briefest moment, uncertainty flickered across his face. Without a word, I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and placed it on the table between us. The soft click against the wood seemed unnaturally loud in the tense silence. I tapped the screen. The video began to play. I never took my eyes off Killian. At first, he barely spared the screen a glance, a mocking smile still lingering on his lips.

"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

I hissed angrily, advancing in his direction, hating that he kept me hanging when I thought I would get all the answers tonight. “I already did,” he said, controlling his voice. “This will be the last night we’ll see each other, Brielle.” “What?” I murmured, confused at him. I blinked at him, thinking about what I had done wrong. “Why?” It was stupid of me to ask, but I had to know. “I can’t fall in love with an enemy,” he said, staring at me intently. “Let’s just say we belong to different Orders which weren’t exactly in order.”

she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Emily reached out, but Aurora stepped back, shaking her head. Her mind raced as she grappled with the impossible truth. How could her mate—her destined partner—be the enemy? Aurora stammered, “My mate—Hunter—is my enemy.” Aurora stood in stunned silence, her body frozen. For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped. Her wide eyes stared blankly ahead as she placed a trembling hand on her forehead. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!”

As the popular saying goes "The enemy of my enemy, is my friend.......

He struck the mattress right next to my hip, the sound like a gunshot. ​"I’m going to ask you one more time," he hissed, pinning me to the bed with his weight, the leather of the crop pressed against my throat. "Is the boy mine?" ​I looked into his frozen blue eyes and realized the truth wouldn't just set me free—it would start a war. ​"Yes," I whispered, the word finally breaking free. "He’s yours, Dante. And he’s exactly like you." ​Dante froze. The crop fell from his hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud. For the first time in ten years, the monster disappeared, and the boy I loved looked back at me.

E L A R A Julian Hartmann. The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered. I don't know. The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear. If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate... I know it's insane. Completely insane.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.

However, what he was sure of was that if Lily was also Alberto's ally, he wouldn't be letting her off, even if she was his mate. “ What makes you think Alberto is the one that sent the man?" Henry asked, thinking if Logan's judgement was wrong. “Of course it is him. Who else will have the audacity to send someone to my pack." Logan said. “But you have some many enemies who really want your heads," Henry reminded him.

The particular aging that happens when a man stops managing his expression quite as tightly as he used to. Damien met him at the elevator. They looked at each other. Two men who had been on opposite sides of the same war for thirteen years — one who had built an empire on revenge, one who had built one on control — standing in the same space without weapons between them for the first time. "Calloway," Damien said. "Wolfe," Marcus said. That was all. They walked to the study. Rain stayed at the table with Cole and Sera and did not go to the study.