My Enemy's Friend Novels & Stories

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?

It definitely had to be from somewhere or something important, after all, he's been ignoring a few calls since made that post. "You did well," a voice on the other end said. "But don't bother with any investigation. You'll definitely be watched by some sort of enemies from now on or whoever is probably against your girlfriend. Also, for now, we won't be meeting." Edward's mind was in a bit of confusion as he tried to make sense of the cryptic message. "Enemies"? "Yes." Edward breathed out a sigh with some many things on his mind. This stranger he had met yesterday that refused to even mention his name seems to be so weird and strange and Edward could not help wondering what the reason for th

Xavier looked at his bride and nodded his head. - Enemy of my enemy is my friend. Camille smirked. - For now.

“Before you ran off, there were some ties I had to cut loose and some that needed fixing.” “Where are you going with this?” I asked, sitting up straight. “Let’s just say I made some decisions and crossed some people. And in order to correct that, I need to make an alliance. And as the saying goes — the enemy of my enemy is my friend. And you, my child —are going to be the wife of my new friend.” The words felt like a cold snap to my face. “What did you just say?” I asked, like I didn’t hear him right.

My palms began to twitch, longing to hit him across the face. "You have lied about your status to us and you have not mentioned how ruthless your Alpha is. Your Alpha might come and make war with us and wipe us out because of you and there would be nothing you will do about it. You could be an enemy for all we know but no one wants to consider the possibility.” "They do not consider the possibility because I am not an enemy! Keep your words and assumptions to yourself alone!" There was a pause and in the silence, my voice seemed to reverberate. I made to walk away for the second time but his hand reached out and grabbed me firmly by the elbow.

He produced a white envelope, which he passed to Afrah with an indifferent look. "Have you ever heard the saying 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'? I'm sure you must have figured that out from seeing Fahad involved in all this. What better way to hurt Adnan than with the help of his best friend? He hates him, in a way I never could. No matter how hard I try, I cannot harm him alone. I need an ally. And stupid as Fahad is, he will do." He walked away from her after dropping the letter in her lap,returned to the tray he'd brought in and grabbed his glass.

he said, emphasizing the word weird. Shaun blinked. “Hey, I never said we can’t be friends.” Nathan looked at him for a moment, then gave a soft expression. “Never said that. I’m just not in the mood to play.”.He walked to the bed and lay down, turning his back. Shaun frowned. Why was he acting like this? Nathan closed his eyes, trying to sleep. Shaun sighed, turned off the game, and suddenly jumped onto the bed. “Hey…don’t you want to be friends with me? Huh?”. He shook him lightly. “Hey, hey!”

His gaze shifted from space to my face upon hearing my words, but I remained silent as I wanted to made sure he had heard me, "Don Winfold?" He quiteeth questioned, while I nodded at him, I watched as his fists rolled into balls, vibrating from the anger that coursed through him, his teeth were gritted as he spoke, "those bastards, I swear I'm going to make you pay for what you did to my friend," With his gaze fixated in spot he continued, "those bastards killed my friend, they dare end the life of Martina's only brother, I'll make sure they don't escape from what they've done to me,"

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.

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.”