My Friend The Enemy Book Novels & Stories

He questioned, his voice raising from anger. “You don't need to kill him, I will get rid of him myself." He said, “The only think you have to do is to sip some poison into his drinks, and then you leave the rest to me." He continued. “Don't worry, he won't be suspicious of you since you and him were once friends. You know he trusts you." He added when he noticed the fear on his face. “Trust?" Alpha Dickson repeated, laughing ridiculously. “Logan trusts no one, he is a man who is always on his toe."

Seeing people move freely through the town like ants waiting to be crushed, yet I knew not everyone there knew what their Alpha had done, or had the same mentality as he did, but it didn't matter as I imagined each little ant as one of the men that made it out of our pack that night still alive. Little did I know at the time that there was one person within that pack that would change everything in my life. My enemy had two children when he killed my father, he came to kill a child when he had two young ones of his own, yet no one ever heard much about his eldest, other than she was a female that he wouldn't be passing his pack down to once he had his Heir. I know his children are younger th

Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update. I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you. I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book. I will update as soon as I know, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy. It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read. Thank you all for making my dreams come true.

‘Attack! Growling and snarling, we ran down the slope, ready to tear the flesh and break the bones of our enemies. I ran to the front, letting my roar echo through the wide field. I locked my eyes on the front line of their warriors, but my instincts told me to look higher, up on a hill… My stomach dropped as I saw a white-haired woman surrounded by ominous purple light. I watched her raise her hands to the heavens, and I pulled myself to a violent halt. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

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.”

He saw Brenna staring at the woman in front of him, causing him to begin to panic. "Brenna, what's wrong?" Alisa smiled contemptuously and said in an arrogant tone: "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to tell my brother I've met you two here because we have a common enemy right now. "You… what do you mean by that?" Alisa sneered, "You're slow to understand what I mean. Don't you also hate someone named Fidelia? I said that, do you understand?" Alisa looked Brenna straight in the eye with a cold gaze, reinforcing her words: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

‘Do you have any idea that why Stephen was doubting Mom behind all this? ‘I’m totally clueless about it. Right now, I can’t point out our NEW enemy, who plotted all this against us.’ ‘Same here. And if I start counting the number of enemies in my life, then the list of people who hate would not be less than ten to twelve pages.’, For the first time, I realized that I had made enemies more than friends. In fact, I hadn’t made a single true friend. I was thinking all these things when one of the guards of the dungeon opened the door of the cell.

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”

“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.”

I asked, and he smirked. “All the more enemies for him to be busy with. If he kills them all, then I am free to use the one man that he is never going to suspect.” He said, and I frowned in confusion. “He would suspect himself before thinking that his best friend would be betraying him, and that makes it even better. You know, there is nothing better than a friend turning into an enemy.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, and he smirked.