Sipping With The Enemy の小説・ストーリー

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.

"Mate, the last time you called something a 'business opportunity' with that look on your face, you bought a failing company just to prove everyone wrong. What kind of business opportunity involves sneaking off with Richard Vance's daughter?" "The kind I'm not discussing in the middle of a gallery," I said, checking my watch. "Let's get out of here." "We've been here for twenty minutes. We're supposed to stay for at least an hour." "I don't care. I need to think." Dec studied me for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine then. But you're buying drinks and you're telling me everything." We made our excuses and left, Dec driving us to his favorite bar in Brooklyn, the one where nobody knew who we were

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.

"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.”

“Do not be. Just promise me if that bastard Enzo Kross disappears your name will not be involved with it.” I smirked. “You think it would?” “I know you would. That is what makes you dangerous.” I stood, needing to move. I walked to the minibar, poured myself a glass of red wine, and drank it all at once. I poured another one. “Wine?” I asked. “Bourbon will do,” he said and I poured him some. After trauma dumping like that, a little alcohol will do us both some good. “I do not like men who think they can get away with anything,” I said. “Men like that forget the world is watching.”