My Enemy's Enemy Is My Friend Novels & Stories

“And why would you want to help me?” Victoria clicked her tongue, a sly smile playing on her lips. “It’s quite simple, really.” She took another sip of wine, her eyes gleaming with malice. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

So when the phone rang for the fifth time, I reached out for the damned thing and answered with a begrudging, “What?” “Luna Ravena. I didn't think you would answer the call,” said the voice on the other end. It was a masculine voice, deep and resonant, carrying the weight of gravel in a quarry. “Who is this?” I asked, sitting up. “Not important,” he dismissed. “But what I am about to tell you will interest you more than my identity. Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘enemy’s enemy is your friend’? Consider me as your closest friend at the moment.”

They both turned to look at me. "It doesn't matter." Without another word, I turned and walked out of the office. "Elara!" Lina hurried after me and caught my arm in the hallway. "I know what I heard," she insisted, desperation creeping into her voice. "I'm not making this up." I gently pulled my arm free. "It's all in your head, Lina." Her expression fell.."Julian is my friend," I said quietly. "He would never do something like that. You must've misunderstood."

"Suit yourself. But believe me when I say we have more in common than you might think." Liam shook his head, still feeling skeptical. There was no way he could trust her, no matter what she said. But he kept his thoughts to himself. "What do you mean by we have more in common?" He asked curiously. Sheila sat up straight. "We have the same enemy. And the enemy of my enemy is a friend, or ally." Sheila said, keeping her gaze on Liam. Sheila's words aroused Liam's curiosity, and he looked at her. "Is that so?" he asked.

Astrid Lancetii is known as a multi billionaire CEO in London. As a vampire who saw her mother destroyed by a blood-bond, Astrid’s life is governed by one rule: Never depend on a single source. She keeps her hunger satisfied through casual, fleeting encounters, ensuring no one ever gets close enough to own her. Until she picks the wrong man for a snack. William Winchester isn’t just another high-society playboy. He is the Alpha of the disgraced Winchester Pack, a man who has spent years in the shadows planning to reclaim the legacy Astrid’s father stole from him. After a night of calculated passion, William reveals his trap: a high-definition recording of Astrid’s true nature. With the

Esson said with a smile. Mr. Jimmy put out his cigarette and looked at Diego and Esson one by one. "Sit down, we'll talk sitting down," Mr. Jimmy ordered. And sure enough, Esson and Diego sat down on the sofa. They couldn't help but be ready to listen to what Mr. Jimmy had to say now. "Someone once said that the enemy of your enemy is your friend. Isn't our goal the same? Isn't our enemy the same?" said Mr. Jimmy. "Yes...I don't mind. But... this doesn't answer the question of why you called me and Diego here in such a hurry?" said Esson.

“And how did that turn out?” “Surprisingly, not bad," he responded and observed my taken-back expression, *You know the saying ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’. Yet, I wouldn't even call us friends, I don't associate myself with such people. Acquaintances seem much preferred in such a case. A good source of information I needed." “Surely they wouldn't just throw out such information to a stranger.” I opposed. “It's funny how these things work, Hades was no stranger to them, I simply sent my regards.”

She was the only one who also knew how close I was with him. Or could it really be that stalker? "I don't believe you." I spat out; the muscles in my body were starting to get less tense after listening to her confession, which was quite believable. "I am not forcing you to do that." She shrugged. "You now have more enemies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I really want to know who that person is, and let me see if I could also get to figure things out with that person." She added, her hands touching my hair while her eyes filled with pity. "Have a good night's rest."

I really can’t remember what she called it, I guess Aconitine or something, but she told me, I’d just be weakened for days, it wouldn’t kill me but I refuse to tell him that details. “Yeah, we all know that she hates my guts and wanted so badly to end me, but I guess the person would have reached out to her knowing they have the same goals.” I hinted hoping he would understand what I was pointing out, I could see the wheels in his spinning, and the moment he grinned I knew he had gotten my message. “That saying: The enemy of my enemy is my friend. He knew he could manipulate her to kill you since he also wants to do but he didn’t want to get his hands dirty.” He concluded.

He was also one of the rivals of The Ruthford family. As an ancient proverb says, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. And Alexander would make a new friend today by visiting Adam Navarro.