Sexted My Enemy Novels & Stories

"He is the heir to the largest syndicate in the Midwest, Elena. The Morettis saw that car. They saw you. It won't take them long to do the math. Every enemy I have is now his enemy. He doesn't need soccer. He needs to know how to survive." ​He pulled back, his expression grim. He turned to his men, his voice ringing through the hall. "Triple the perimeter. I want snipers on every roof. If a crow flies over that gate without an invite, shoot it down." ​He looked back at Leo, a small, sad smile touching his lips. "Welcome home, Leo. I'll see you at dinner."

Damon noticed. “Interesting, isn’t it?” She snapped the folder shut. “I’m not impressed.” “You should be.” Their eyes locked. The tension between them became thick enough to feel. One of the investors shifted uncomfortably. “This partnership could triple market reach.” Matteo leaned forward. “We don’t work with enemies.” Damon finally turned his attention to him. And the temperature in the room dropped. “You’re not my enemy,” Damon said quietly. “You’re just… in my way.” Matteo stood up instantly.

It's the sound of someone who's just proven a point, who's enjoyed watching me break. "You're a jellyfish," he says, looking down at me with something between contempt and disappointment. "Spineless. Weak. I really have a lot to teach you, Lara, because no wife of a Blackwood should be found shaking in the face of danger. You won't survive in our world like this." I'm still on the floor, trembling, trying to process the whiplash of terror to relief to confusion. One moment he was the devil incarnate, and now he's standing there like this was all some kind of test. Some sick game.

Bastard almost looked like he’d been waiting for it. “Stay the fuck away from me!” I shouted, breath ragged, voice splitting in half from the strain. “I’m done, Miguel! I’m fucking done with whatever this is. This unhealthy, toxic, warped shit you keep dragging me back into. I’m not doing it anymore. I don’t care if you miss me, or if you think you still own some piece of me, I’m not your damn property!” He spat blood to the side, eyes flashing, lips split but smiling. Like I’d just confessed something sweet. “No,” he growled, voice low, voice dangerous. “No, Seth. You’re mine.”

Beatrix: “Those are just the few I can remember. You’re nothing but a polished murderer who destroys everything she touches!” The entire lobby went silent. Even the air froze. Selene’s lips trembled. For a split second, her confident mask cracked replaced by something darker. Her eyes darted around, realizing too many people had heard. Too many had recorded. Beatrix slowly released her grip, still shaking. Selene’s voice dropped low cold and dangerous: Selene: “You just started a war, Beatrix.” Beatrix didn’t flinch. She looked her dead in the eye and whispered, Beatrix: “Then let it burn.”

The security team is alert, weapons drawn. I park the car and sit there for a moment, the engine ticking as it cools. I failed tonight. I walked into a trap. But in doing so, I learned something. I learned that my enemy is arrogant. They like to taunt. They like to leave notes. Arrogance is a flaw. It’s a crack in the armor. And I’m going to drive a knife right through it. "Enzo," I say, opening the door. "Yeah?" "Burn that apartment in Queens to the ground."

"You know what our enemies will do. They won't attack you directly. They'll attack her. They'll use her. They'll try to break her because they know they can't beat you any other way. They only have to reach the one person who can destroy you from the inside." I didn't interrupt. Everything he said was true. After several minutes of silence I walked to the window overlooking the sea. Memories came without invitation: the wedding where I first took her, Matteo's kidnapping, the rubble in Sicily, the interrogation room, the quiet way she'd cleaned blood from my hands without flinching. Every enemy had already started aiming at her. I spoke without turning around. "Then I'll make sure no one liv

Sean “Okay, here’s how it’s gonna play out. This is the last time I’m asking you to sit on my lap. There won’t be a next time. However,” I raised my voice, patting the bulge between my thighs, which was becoming thicker and bigger by the second, “if, at some point, you end up coming to me asking for sex—and call me a psychic, but I have a feeling your pussy didn’t get the last word when it comes to my cock. I’m going to torture you with so many orgasms, you won’t be able to feel your cunt for a month. It will not be pretty.” I shook my head gravely, my eyes still holding hers. “Not pretty at all. I can let you talk to one of my victims. She survived to tell the tale, and now she can’t have a

Is someone trying to ruin my life. This is the proof that my life isn’t that normal. Because I realized I have enemies. // WyByCa

She avoids my attack and tries to punch me, but I wasn't born yesterday. I jump out of the way, then lower my head with a snarl vibrating through my throat. Omega, alpha, luna, rogue—who the hell cares about my ranking?! All I want is to survive! I'm a warrior at heart, and finally, finally, I'm one with my wolf! We both agree that June is our enemy, and she needs to go! My jaws tingle with the desire to bite and maul my opponent. I lunge for her, biting into her skin before I'm kicked in the stomach. A whimper slips out through my mouth, yet I'm far from giving up.