One For My Enemy Vk Novels & Stories

The intense weight of the dangerous name hung heavy in the air between us, immense and absolutely bitter. “An open enemy to our entire kind,” she whispered, her voice soft but completely cutting. “You absolutely know what a Vengas truly means to us, Enzo. You completely know what he ultimately represents. He’s a deadly threat to our pure bloodline. To absolutely everything we stand for.” I ripped myself violently free with a loud, feral roar, immediately stumbling back and away from her, coughing roughly, desperately dragging needed oxygen into my lungs. My voice came out as a harsh, deep growl, much deeper and angrier than before.

"You will prove loyalty not with words, but with blood." With blood, a murmur ran through the crowd, warriors look at each other. I dared not look up until I heard his next words. "Kill the enemy that stands before you, each one has an enemy whether inside the pack or outside. Do not falter, save yourself or the enemy will kill you. Do not disobey, and become stronger." When I finally raised my eyes, I saw her. My eyes widened in a scene that I have never expected. Did Carla considered me as her enemy? Or was it the other way around?

Then automatically the enemies of your enemy become allies, and life is ordered. “To be honest, I don’t understand what the difference is,” Vlad scratched his head. -Firstly, we may not have friends in the full sense of the word at all. Then there is no point in looking for them, wasting time. Secondly, the one who is not an enemy is not necessarily a friend, comrade and brother, but can be a temporary assistant and be much more useful than people who do not have a soul in you. Therefore, the concept of "enemy" is primordial, it is necessary to start from it in building one's preferences and connections. Phew, something pulled me into philosophy. So who is your enemy here, Vlad? Rather, our

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

I shake my head, and when I realize it's not enough to convince the vampire, I speak up. "I don't want to forget about what I've seen," I'm hoping my eyes convey the burning desire for revenge. I've been underestimated my entire life, but tonight a fire has been lit up inside of me. An eye-for-an-eye, isn't that what it's called? I wish to make my enemy bleed. "I want to find whoever did this and kill them myself. By my own hands." Elijah gawks at me before exchanging a glance with Dior, who seems very amused by my answer. He is standing a bit further away with a cup of coffee in his hand. A silent chuckle escapes him before he clears his throat to speak like an authority.

And if it ever reached the surface…everything would change. My heart pounded. Then I remembered something else. Someone standing beside me. Fighting with me, he resembles Eli. I squeezed the artifact tighter. That made even less sense. He was supposed to be my enemy. We barely trusted each other. Yet in the vision… we were fighting back to back. Against something far worse. Why? What could possibly make us fight together? I rubbed my forehead. None of it made sense. A knock came from the door. Before I could answer, Ryan stepped inside.

I stated, nodding my head fervently as I spoke, "I'm sure everything that happened back then was Don Pablo, he is the real enemy behind us." I added, even as the words resonated with the conviction in my heart.

“That doesn’t sound like good news.” “It isn’t good news.” “That also means the mate bond between you two is starting to take control of you.” Darius rubbed the bridge of his nose. “That’s what I’ve been afraid of all along.” At the same time, deep within Shadow Fang territory, Kieran stood in an underground chamber. Dozens of empty glass capsules were lined up before him. One of them still bore fading lettering: Subject VII. Kieran gently ran his finger over the glass. His gaze grew increasingly clouded by something indescribable.

Adrian's voice lowered. "Interesting." The exact same word. Yet somehow far more dangerous now. He took a step toward her. Not enough to invade her space. Enough to hold her attention. "You know Victor Kane." Not a question. Another statement. Celine swallowed. The room felt unbearably warm now. "Lots of people know Victor Kane." His gaze remained fixed on her. "Not like that." The answer came too quickly. She realized instantly. Adrian wasn't questioning her anymore. He was building a profile.

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.