My Friend The Enemy Book Novels & Stories

“For 363 days.” He searched my face, then let go like I’d burned him. He didn’t touch me again for the rest of the drive. That night, I found a book on my nightstand. The Art of War. No note. I opened it. On the first page, in black ink, sharp and precise: Rule six: Enemies are everywhere. Trust no one. Not even me. I closed the book and looked at the camera in the corner. Red light, blinking. Always blinking.

But to her surprise and astonishment, she didn't even move and itch. Amira laughed cheerfully, her beautiful cresent moon shaped eyes shinning brightly. "Easy tigress….. I came with something you will love to hear" she said patting the space beside her, gesturing Juliet to sit. Seeing Amira meant no harm, her face softened a bit and she complied. "Let's work together to take down that bitch" she said. Juliet's face softened completely "what bitch?" She asked. "Julia….." Amira emphasized smiling bewitchingly. Juliet earlier cold demeanor changed immediately. As the popular saying goes "The enemy of my enemy, is my friend.......

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.

I stammered. "Let's see how fast your parents can set you free." Leaning his hands on the bed, he locked his eyes with me. "You, Marco, your parents, and him," He pointed at the door which opened again. It revealed another man pushed inside. "You all know my enemy." "I—" I never finished my sentence as the gunfire echoed. I turned to the door where the other man had been shot and fell next to the dead body. He did a lopsided look and aimed. "A friend to my enemy is also an enemy." He declared. "Your parents better have answers." He smiled while standing up straight, and I did not like the smile. It looked darker than his suit.

My own goal was catching that bàstard. * * " Why do you trust your enemies so easily, boss?" Knife asked. Knife and I were alone outside Nagisa's house, dumping the dead bodies at a section of the house where they would be buried by Nagisa's servants. " I don't know," I said. " I crush my enemies when I make them my friend. Those was Abraham Lincoln's words. They tell you a lot about friends and enemies. A friend is good and all but he's also dangerous. He knows a lot about you. Meanwhile an enemy you make your friend has nothing against you. An enemy has so much to prove than a friend that's why I employ my enemies best."

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.

Why would such an arrogant person who cared so much about his own life do this to himself? My confusion persisted until I heard what Johan's lifelong best friend, Hank Falkner, had to say. It turned out that Johan hadn't been refusing treatment, and it wasn't because of the company's security guards that I escaped abduction that day. On the contrary, it was because Johan had overheard Edwin and Alice's plans to kill me out of revenge. He had snuck out of the hospital to find me a security guard, which caused him to miss the critical time window for treatment.

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

‘you seek to join the enemy has Lena not thought you anything about working with the enemy your friend my mate Lucas is no more due to the fact that you turned the enemy to your friend I shall not be fooled again I say we march on we shall have better luck if we know our enemy and leave them there as just that enemies’ Emelia spoke up The rest of the group nodded in agreement although the food was nice and the tent warm the enemy was still the enemy a fact that was very much still uneasy in all their hearts moving on would be the most logical of ideas, not to mention the fact that Lucas was a dead weight which was slowing down the journey how much longer would they have until Lena grew impat

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."