Sipping With The 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."

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

“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.

"Sit. You look like you've had a long day, and the night is only going to get longer." I reached for the whiskey on Kael's shelf and poured the deep red liquid into two glasses. I pushed one across the desk toward him. He reminded standing, staring at the drink I had pushed his way like I had offered him piss. "I don't drink with the enemy," he spat.

Her words were clear but she could hardly support her body and the bartender stood there in a dilemma by seeing her condition. "Madam, I think…" he paused and looked behind. "You think what?? I need my drink now… Right away… " she demanded and the bartender gave her a drink. But she was having a hard time drinking as she was only used to beer and not the hot, that's when a stranger, "An arrogant stranger with captivating eyes" came near to her... "That's not the way you drink a martini. It looks like you are drinking a poison… " then he took away the drink from her hand just like that and drank it down in one go.

The scent of saltwater mingled with the unmistakable metallic tang of firearms, intensifying the gravity of the situation. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the ship's bowels, his silhouette outlined by the dim light. It was our enemy, the one who dared to challenge our authority. His presence alone reeked of arrogance and malice, fueling our determination to put an end to his treachery. I stepped forward, my voice cold and commanding. "You thought you could meddle with our weapons? You underestimate the reach of our organization." The enemy's voice, laced with a mix of defiance and fear, responded, "You can't stop what's coming. This is just the beginning."

"Sit beside me" "Is that an order or a request?" " A request" Everyone settled at the table and Darius's dad stood at the head with a wine glass and a spoon. Everywhere became silent as he hit the spoon against the glass. "First, I would like to thank the Blood moon pack for honoring our invitation, and also everyone here too. Today we are gathered here to welcome the beloved daughter of the blood moon pack into our pack. We hope this develops into a strong bond between our packs, now, let the feast begin"

Sarah whispered, her expression guarded as she spoke. Anderson furrowed his brow, a sense of unease settling in as he sensed something amiss. Daniel noticed a flicker of discomfort in Anderson's expression. "Dear sister," Anderson whispered, his voice tinged with suspicion. "Something is definitely not right," he concluded, his gaze shifting between Sarah and Anderson. Daniel, knowing which drink was intended for him, discreetly swapped glasses with Anderson. Anderson took a sip, while Sarah watched closely, her eyes narrowed with anticipation. Daniel mirrored Anderson's actions, ensuring Anderson drank from the spiked glass.

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.