Sipping With The Enemy Novels & Stories

“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.”

Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.

“All of you are leaving?” “Nah!” he raised his mug again, sipping his drinks. When he was done, he continued, “You’ll be here.” “You’re leaving us,” I whispered suspiciously; my eyes were wide, horrified at the thought that this was one of Lucilla’s ways to push me away.

Envy said. "You're undoubtedly right," I said, smiling. Knowing Ryden, she overdid it and was snoring away somewhere in the trees. "Your assistance would be greatly appreciated." We moved toward the table where I'd last seen my friend. As I came closer, a silver decanter appeared along with a goblet. "You must be thirsty," Envy said. "Why don't you have a drink?" "I am." I poured the liquid that looked like blood into the goblet and drank until it was gone.

Gerald added. "Let them come," Alexander commanded Melissa. Amelia’s heart began beating faster than usual. She desperately wanted to see her husband again but wasn’t sure if it was wise to reveal herself among them. "As the saying goes, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend,'" Alexander quoted. "So, while we await our fatal enemy, how about we use this opportunity to share a glass of wine?" He added, walking straight to the wine bar. "Make yourself comfortable," Grace said to him.

" He fixed those big almond “shaped eyes on the woman who spoke to him. " You see that group over there “ The woman pointed to the lower part of the stage where Sotomayor and the DJ were “ Those men don't even know each other, they just crowd around, hoping that when she finishes dancing with Ono she will at least give them a glance, and why not, maybe som e number where she can be reached later “ Now she was cleaning the glasses and placing them in a row to put some pieces of tropical fruit in them “ I see the same parody every day, a bunch of desperate people waiting for an opportunity that will never come... " My case is different “ The brown”haired man looked at his glass full of liquor

He was later punished by Edwin for his actions and ended up having to stand miserably in the rain. My heart had gone out to him back then, and I felt a hint of genuine affection for him. But after five years of interacting with him, I realized that he was just as despicable as the other Riveras at heart! The young man, who used to despise the Riveras' dirty methods the most, had now also adopted their ways and teamed up with Lucy to slander Christian. As I looked at Johan through the rain, his face seemed to overlap with that of the Johan in my memories. He felt both foreign and familiar at the same time.

he asked, his voice low. “Something like that.” She opened her own can, the fizz filling the air. They clinked them together softly. “To… what exactly?” Damian asked. Aria’s lips curved. “To surviving the fire.” They drank, and the atmosphere shifted. The music still pulsed faintly through the speakers, the lights in her dining room dimmed low, and the air seemed charged with something heavier than words. Damian leaned back, beer can dangling loosely in his hand. His gaze fixed on her, steady and unyielding. “You like testing me, don’t you?”

The conference room stank of stale coffee and frustration. Maps covered the table, red circles marking rogue activity. Reports stacked high beside half-drained glasses of water. The weight of too many sleepless nights hung in the air. Aiden leaned over the table, stabbing his finger at the map. “They’re pushing toward the river. If we don’t cut them off now, they’ll carve a path straight through Midtown.” Across from him, Dante leaned back lazily in his chair, golden eyes glinting under the overhead lights. “And if we charge in now, we’ll be walking into their ambush. They want us desperate.”

I ask her with a raised brow She only shrugs as she opens it and takes a sip straight out of the bottle before passing it to me “You do realize we will likely die tonight? Once the army sees that we’ve betrayed them, they’ll want our heads on a silver platter, and I will not miss the opportunity to drink to our victory. The wolves and demons won’t let Silas or his men get away alive,” she says I think for a moment before shrugging and taking a sip “Well, I can’t argue that. We’ll be lucky if they kill us instead of bringing us to the dungeons” I say before taking another sip and passing it back