My Friend The Enemy Book Novels & Stories

She could feel heat radiating from his piercing gaze, intense and unwavering, as it locked onto her lips the moment she dared to open her eyes. "Is this what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies even closer?" The question reverberated in her mind, a breathless whisper tinged with confusion and urgency. She wrestled with her thoughts, realizing, 'He's not the enemy here or my foe; that title belongs to Sheppard Choi. Victor Choi, on the other hand, is nothing more than a captivating challenge—intriguing, unpredictable, and undeniably compelling man that could easily sidetrack her from her mission at hand.'

Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri

“Then maybe you should’ve stayed out of it.” Silence. Then, finally, he sighed. “You know that’s not how this works, man.” I knew. Because Ethan was my best friend. And if I was going to war, he wasn’t about to let me go alone. — The warehouse was exactly how I remembered it. Cold. Empty. A place where blood had been spilled too many times. Ethan and I moved fast, slipping through the side entrance. My gun was heavy in my grip, but my pulse was steady.

Turning back, my cheeks heated into a blush, and I questioned Anji, “Really? Did Alpha Xander stare at me?” “Yes,” Anji replied, then she paused, “But why do you sound excited about that?” “Nothing... And I was not excited at all. It was just a question.” “I hope you remember your deal with Alpha Darwin...” “Deal? How did you know?” I questioned, creasing my brows. Is she Alpha Darwin’s spy who is pretending to be my assistant? “I was aware of it. Also, there is one thing you should always remember... Never fall in love with your enemy,” Anji spoke, sounding strict and sincere as she said her last statement slowly and clearly.

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

I motioned to the dining table for us to sit, and when she was seated, she clasped her hands as she waited for me to start. “So, where do you want me to start,” I asked nervously. “You’re an acquaintance of my brothers, but I’ve done some research on the internet, and it says your family and mine are enemies.” Her eyes filled with tears. “When our fathers were in charge, we were, but since Luca and I took over, it’s a bit more civil, and I would never hurt you.” “I know that,” she admitted. “Will I have to choose?” “Do you think your brothers would make you choose?” I asked her, suddenly terrified of what she might say.

"Let... me... go..." The lack of air is making him unable to have this lovely conversation with me. "Fine," I release him. "A debt is a debt. I don't care who started it. Fabio is close to Cesare. He'll have to pay. Nothing he has interests me other than Jeanne." He coughs, touching where I strangled him, glaring at me hatefully like it would do me damage. "Fuck you," he spits. It's funny how he fights me when he knows he can't beat me. He knows some insider info on the cooperation between the Vitos and the Davenports.

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

The one who couldn't open up because I was too busy counting the costs of everything. I wander the streets of the Financial District. Tourists chatter beside food carts, but all I hear is the roar of the city and the echo of the gunshot that killed Gina. Suddenly, every face feels like a threat. Every reflection in a shop window feels like a warning. I’ve become hyperaware of how exposed I am. Never underestimate the enemy. Always assume they are smarter than you. My gaze slides from one corner of the street to the next, searching for the threat. Searching for the enforcer hiding in plain sight. Searching… for Ron.