My Enemy's Friend Novels & Stories

His eyes landed on Nadir and he said nothing. The room felt like it was holding its breath. “Is he your fiancé?” the officer asked, gesturing to Nadir. I said nothing. “Who is this man?” he asked, nodding at Rob. I didn’t answer. “He is her client,” my neighbor said. I wonder what I must have done to her to deserve this slander.

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.

"Yes, an enemy to your enemy is your friend, so we should be friends but since you feel awkward calling yourself a friend to a murderer, let's just call it, enemy Zoom, just as we have friends Zoom." Shirley smirked at the devilish smile pasted on the face of Camille Kyle, how sweet it could be, to be friends with your enemy's enemy, she didn't care about the reason behind the woman's hatred for her daughter, she couldn't imagine her mother hunting her like some outsider, but that is not her concerns, she is only concern about herself, that selfish little girl, that always want everyone to dance to her tone of music is still the Shirley sitting in front of Camille Kyle.

Not the same smile she had whenever she is with Luther. “Keep your friend close and your enemy’s friend closer. Don’t you know that?” “Why are you making friends with an enemy?” “She is not an enemy, she may be an enemy’s friend but… that doesn’t mean she is a foe” Shaking his head, Elton just stood up and was about to leave. “Yeah yeah whatever. Just, do what you want” “I am always doing what I want though” A small smile escaped his lips. “Sure you do”

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...

Camille said with a scoff. “Will you help me with this?” I asked him eagerly. “What is that saying again? An enemy of my enemy is my friend.” he said with a smirk. “You look desperate so I'll help you,” he added. His words were rude but I had to tolerate it, soon I would not need his help any longer. “What do you think? How do we kill them and when?” he inquired.

Brynn shot me a sharp glance. "If there's an enemy that is out to get him, isn't it safe for us to partner with whoever that may be?" He suggested, his gaze darting from mine to Enrique's. "You know the saying "an enemy of my enemy is my friend". If they are looking to destroy this idiot Alpha, they might be useful to us."

the boy added, as if saying Rowan’s name was a serious upgrade. Friends? Is that really how people saw us now that Rowan gave me rides to school sometimes? That we were suddenly best pals? I almost laughed, wait till they found out what our real relationship was. "And..." the curly-haired girl leaned in, practically spilling over with excitement like she was sharing some juicy gossip, "...you’re Ainsley’s arch nemesis now. That basically makes you school royalty." I just stared at them, utterly speechless. My grip on the locker door slipped a little because apparently I needed something to hold on to while I processed this nonsense.

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.

"Go home, Cole." "Can't. You called me here at midnight, remember?" A pause. The sound of ice shifting in a glass. "Which, by the way, you've never done before. So either someone is dead or something happened that you don't know how to process. Given that you look like you're trying to burn the city down with your eyes, I'm guessing option two." Cole Voss. Damien's Beta. His second in command, his oldest friend, and the only man alive who spoke to him like that and kept his throat.