My Enemy's Enemy Is My Friend Novels & Stories

Watching him lose his sanity would be refreshing until I get to watch him cry out in agony and so doing, revenge Peter. I'm not done! So since Phoebe is not on good terms with Anderson... Nah. I think I'll go with the other girl. They say the enemy of your enemy is your friend but to me... The friend of your enemy is your enemy, but beneficial still. I'll need to support and get close with the b! tch, Anderson likes to get information about Anderson... Unknowingly to the both of them and then strike. Yeah... That b! tch's my enemy too, but in this case...

The realization struck like a thunderbolt, shaking my very foundations, rattling the walls of my soul. My enemy's legacy, bound to me by fate, taunted me with its cruel irony. The implications swirled, a maelstrom of conflict and emotion, threatening to consume me whole. How could fate be so cruel?

For someone as evil as Timothy, that would be the best way to go. If he did his best to escape, then what awaited him wouldn't be as painless! The enemy of one's enemy was a friend. That proverb could be applied to anyone and anywhere. Since Timothy could get William's enemies to deal with William, William could do the same to Timothy as well.

“Let’s skip the moral high ground, darling. Do you want my help or not?” A slow, dangerous smile crept onto Cressida’s lips. “Why not?” she murmured. “An enemy of my enemy… is my friend.”

The latter left them to their own privacy and she looked back at him. "Do I know you?" He asked as he shifted in his seat. Women were dangerous. The last time he communicated with a woman he didn't know but whose tone felt familiar, this was where he ended up. He definitely didn't want a similar outcome. She placed both of her hands on the surface of the table. "Not yet, but you should. I'll be your friend now." Her words made zero sense until he recalled a certain saying. The enemy of your enemy is your friend. Could this woman be an enemy of his enemy? He couldn't immediately figure out who of his enemies could have wronged such a beautiful woman.

I looked at her for a moment, then I let out a quiet breath. “Yes,” I said simply. “And fortunately,” I added, “the enemy of our enemy is our friend.”

"He is a sneaky one. I can tell from his thoughts." "Isn't that that interesting," Father Isaiah observed. "Logan wasn't wrong. You are an interesting specimen. However, back to the topic of conversation - the enemy of your enemy is your friend. It’s time we become friends.” “If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I think that I would prefer to be friendly with the Mer.” Aislen snapped.

One wrong word and everything else is shot straight to hell. “I need your help.:” I stated plainly. No pleasantries. The Russians and Italians were lifelong enemies. We stood on either side of the line and always found an excuse to kill one another. Our feud ran so far and so deep that even friendships and alliances were all cursed and doomed before they could even start. But I said it anywhere. Not because I was weak. But because the enemy of my enemy was a fucking friend. He cocked a brow like he didn’t believe I had just said that.

Thorne would kill me if I even thought of that. The enemy of my enemy. "I'm with you," I said firmly. Because the enemy of my enemy might not be my friend. But right now, he was all I had.

she smiled and kissed his lips. “But you have to tell me about your enemies and how many are there?” she asked. “Anyone who’s not close to me is my enemy.” “Then it is vast,” she said in surprise. “Yeah. My enemy circle is big than my friend circle because you don’t know when a friend will turn enemy,” he said and leaned back on the tub. “What if an enemy wants to be a friend?” she asked. “Once he’s an enemy is always my enemy. I should be careful who I trust. My father lost his life because of that,” he said.