Sipping With The Enemy Novels & Stories

I was entirely surrounded by Kaelen's army, trapped in a house filled with invisible enemies who wanted my blood. A dangerous, adrenaline-fueled fire ignited in my veins. I calmly reached out and picked my cup of nightshade tea back up. I took a sip of the deadly poison, a dark, lethal smirk playing on my lips. I guess the war had started a little earlier than I expected.

I mean would the Goddess be so cruel to give you a second chance with our enemy? 'I don't know, but we aren't going to be taking our eyes off of her, and she isn't going to leave here. Mate or not, she's the daughter of our enemy and no one knows she is here yet, at least, I don't believe anyone does.' 'I'll send out a party to that side of our territory, making sure no one is lurking around.' 'Also send a few up to observe any actions within their pack from my lookout point, but make sure they treat the area with the utmost respect.'

Anna's POV I swirled the wine in my glass, watching the burgundy liquid cling to the sides before sliding back down. Across from me, Marcus Murphy sat with perfect posture, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The restaurant's soft lighting cast shadows across his angular features, making him look even more imposing than usual. "I currently have some enemies," he said matter-of-factly, as if discussing the weather. "They're probably still regrouping, but they might seek revenge later. It could be life-threatening."

“Soul poison!” Serel was already moving. Two clear vials spilled the scent of pine and salt. He poured the liquid into the warrior’s mouth, his fingers pressing on the pulse point. “Hold on! Breathe!” The black film over the warriors’ eyes receded, their roars returning to the sound of a pack, not the screams of broken creatures. The second wave of enemies came from the east, launching shadow bars—charcoal threads that entangled legs and severed reflexes. “East side!” shouted the eastern border commander. “They’re pressing with traps!”

"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."

“As for the rich, they are all busy thinking about how to protect themselves from their enemies, then suspecting each other and wondering who is the hidden enemy.” Bara laughed. “Like friends, enemies were everywhere, Athena, whether we were rich or poor. Like your drink. Look, it is pure white, imagine it is you and your friends, one mind, both are white. But then there were the crumbs of the Oreos, black and numerous, staining the white until they turned gray, imagine it's your enemies, always around you, eyeing you, not liking you, having hidden plans.” Bara winked one eye. “All you have to do is go through them all. You can't beat them because there are too many of them. You can only go

He said, and sipped from his drinks while Logan watched him questioningly, playing with the glass in his hand unenthusiastically. “ I want to ask you, Dickson." Logan said. “What do you mean?" Dickson asked, confusedly. “Where do you stand, with me or with him?" Logan asked him, making alpha Dickson chuckled. “Isn't it obvious." He answered, making Logan smiled, before gulping down the whole wine. ‘I don't need to worry about anything, today is your death day. So there's nothing to worry about.' Alpha Dickson thought inwardly, happy that Logan had drunk the wine. He smiled again at him as he sipped his own wine.

Men everywhere are sharpening their silver knives, some practicing with their guns loaded with silver bullets (silver being one of the few things that are fatal to werewolves). Some are involved in single combat practice. I rush straight to my tent, eager to get away from Titus, just in case my presence reminds him to carry on the threat about looking into my life. When I enter the tent, my heart skips right out of my chest, for there, standing in a corner with his arms crossed, is the handsome and formidable Santiago.

Our eyes locked, fury crackling. We looked like we were about to kiss or kill each other. Caption: >“Rivals?” 📸 @PuckFrenzy #TylerReyes #MasonGrant #HockeyHeat #EnemiesOrMore?

Her taste was still on my tongue. "What do you say, Alpha?" I pulled out myself from my thoughts and stared at his Beta, Kelvin. "It looks natural but it does seem. Wild animals stay out of our territory as they can sense the danger." I told them. I had a lot of enemies. Thanks to my f****** father. His death didn't merely bring me the title of the Alpha but a bucket full of enemies. "We couldn't smell or get anything suspicious," Max said. There is where you are allowing your enemies to dig your grave, and rule your people. He doesn't need to know my thoughts.