Sipping With The Enemy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

I drank from my flask, my eyes on him as he watched me, his body shaking as he struggled to keep his eyes on me while feeding his lungs. I exhaled loudly, spilling liquid on my already clinging shirt as I handed over the bottle. He didn’t pause this time. With a quivering hand, he drank, still holding my gaze. He was fatigued, but he was still holding on. I was fine with that. I needed to exhaust him, and I needed to keep him drinking down what I offered. I tilted my head slightly, letting my eyes roam over his face. “You okay there? Buddy?” “Pah!” he panted, spilling some water as he still held my gaze, a small fire in his eyes as that competitive spirit burned within him. “Are you on some

"And when it does, I'll make sure its enemies choke on the dust of their own defeat." He had a glass of scotch next to him. He picked it up and swirled the amber liquid till it glowed like molten fire. "I will crush everything they love," he whispered softly, almost if he was praying, before sipping it.

I gave her a glass of wine. "Thank you." She received it with a warm smile. "So what information do you have for me this morning?" I leaned on the counter. I refused to sit. I just kept walking around—a little rest and I would doze off. "Well, nothing much, just to inform you that your enemies are closer than you think." She sipped from the glass. I got interested in the topic, so I walked close to her and sat on the couch. "What? You weren't expecting me to sit?"

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.

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.

"It was me who asked for her help in saving the rogue because I couldn't let it die in the woods. It was supposed to be me, not Ava... so if you could, please..." I saw how his expression darkened as he clenched his jaw. "Rogues are one of our enemies, Tasha," he said the exact same words that Raiah told me earlier. "Bringing an enemy inside the packhouse is a grave sin that a pack member could commit, and the only punishment for it is..." He interrupted himself, and I could only look down, hoping that it was not too late for me to do something to save Ava. "Please..." I begged.

"You need a friend, Alice." I snort. "I can think about a million people that I would rather be with right now." Dior chuckles, bringing another shot glass out from his inner chest pocket. He gives me an arrogant smirk before revealing a bottle that he stole from inside. "Tadaa!" I shake my head at him. "Are you stealing from yourself now?" He pours himself a glass. "Borrowing." "So you will return it?" Somehow I doubt that. Dior's lips curl higher, and I observe him refill my glass. He gives me a challenging look, and I sigh before taking the drink. There are worse things than drinking with a demon, I suppose.

she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Emily reached out, but Aurora stepped back, shaking her head. Her mind raced as she grappled with the impossible truth. How could her mate—her destined partner—be the enemy? Aurora stammered, “My mate—Hunter—is my enemy.” Aurora stood in stunned silence, her body frozen. For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped. Her wide eyes stared blankly ahead as she placed a trembling hand on her forehead. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!”

I dropped into my chair, leaning back with a sigh, already dreading the day. The air was thick with the scent of baked bread, sweat, and too many wolflings who didn’t know how to mask their scents yet. Norsen’s elite were scattered across the room, laughing, gossiping, pretending they weren’t all here because war and politics had left the world desperate for soldiers. Kiyan slid into the seat across from me, his grin wider than usual. “You’ve got a new fan girl,” he said under his breath, voice threaded with mischief. “Pretty one too. Shame she’s a little off in the head.”