Novel & Cerita Sipping With The Enemy

In our world, trust was a death sentence. Especially when it came to enemies. Or blood brothers. “I’ll pass, thanks.” I forced my smirk back into place. “I’ve learned not to accept drinks from just anyone.” Cross smirked this time, holding my gaze as he brought one glass to his lips and took a slow sip. Then, without breaking eye contact, he did the same with the second glass. Bastard. My jaw clenched as I fought off the embarrassment. He always knew how to get under my skin.

They fought their way through the fortress, overcoming many obstacles and challenges along the way. Finally, they came to the heart of the fortress, where the enemy's leader waited for them. He was a towering figure with eyes that glowed like embers, and he seemed to radiate an aura of dark and malevolent power. "So, you are the ones who have been causing me so much trouble," he sneered, his voice like a rusty gate. "I will enjoy watching you die." Maya and Arin exchanged a glance, feeling a sense of determination and courage. They knew that they had come too far to turn back now.

The last month had gone by with little to no progress concerning finding weaknesses aginst Bruno and his pack. I walked to the table and grabbed a bottle of tequila before pouring a generous amount into my glass while he continued to beg. “I can even tell you where and how to get bruno.” I heard the clanking of the chain as I took a greedy gulp of my drink, closing my eyes when the burning substance traveled through me, the taste grounding me in the present and blocking away everything else.

“Take a sip of your wine, I am no woman that uses poison to kill my enemies. If I wanted you dead, trust me, both of you are not walking out of this office alive.” I looked at the untouched glass of wine and raised an amused eyebrow at the man before wrapping my hand around the cup and taking a sip. “We bring it from my winery. We are known for our wine as much as you are for your clubs, love for women, and whiskey.” “You know your guests well.” “Best know to keep your enemies closer than your friends.” He said, taking a sip of his own wine. “What brings you here aside from the rotting head that you have inside the box.”

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

Her relentless campaign against me seems boundless, and I can feel the walls closing in as her slander spreads like wildfire. With fury coursing through my veins, I enter the club, my steps purposeful and determined. Spotting Suzanne across the room, I snatch up a glass of water from a nearby table. The liquid sloshes against the sides as I make my way toward her, my heart pounding in my chest. Without hesitation, I raise the glass and with a swift motion, splash its contents onto Suzanne, the water cascading over her in a sudden, shocking torrent.

Chapter 106 - A Little Secret. BOBBY WINFOLDS' POV, My lips curled into a broad smile as I walked into the dungeon where my enemies were held bond. I had ordered my men to get them chained so as to avoid any chances of escape. Judging from Bruno's personality and determination, I was afraid he could find his way out of he wasn't held back with chains.

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.

I wanted to snap, but I took a deep breath and said softly, “Alyssa, we’re not enemies. We both know how much Nick values you. We should work together to make him happy.” She gave me a plastered smile. Omega brought us a tray with sparkling wine, and while Alyssa wasn’t looking, she motioned to one glass. I took the glass Omega indicated and passed it to Alyssa, keeping another for myself. “Cheers to friendship and a bright future,” I said loudly — and thought, bright future, at least for me. She would be dead in less than an hour. I sipped slowly, savouring the flavour, and watched as my enemy downed her wine mixed with wolfsbane and silver. She didn’t even notice. Great — she wouldn’t be a