Sleeping With The Enemy Novels & Stories

That feeling was amazing, just like how a mother lulls to sleep. One hour passed, two hours passed and hours and hours passed but none of them woke up. The warmth was so addicting to let go. Soft, timid against rough and burly. What a rare yet beautiful combination. Both the enemies were sleeping when out of nowhere his phone rang out loud, making him flinch and wake up at that loud noise. The first thing his eyes went to capture was her and he relaxed when he saw her still sleeping. Oh! for a second he forgot that she's a heavy sleeper.

Day 32 Sergeant Back to the Mission. Its already midnight he is still awake, he comes to know that the battle between the Sans Serif terrorists and the Arland Soldier was getting worse. This is the time that he was afraid and worried about, he wanted to end the war to back home together with Chyrill. He turns his looks to Chyrill who is deeply asleep at this moment, maybe she used to accept all what is happening right now, the explosions, the series of gunfire, she used to embrace all those chaos. He heard the series of gunshot and missile that dancing from above its like a firework that has no ever ending. He gets up in his bed and take a look outside of his window of his room, he is prayin

Not like I rest every night but tonight is quite different. Goosebumps prickled across my skin as I rolled over and over on the bed. I was feeling restless. I know why. Something bad is going on. Enemies are planning evil. Being surrounded my enemies is not really something to brag about but taking them all down is what I like to boast about. Who are they? Why are they here? I strained my ears further to listen to them but I could not fathom anything at all. It was all mixed. Nice one. An enemy with an indecisive mind. Nice one. You would be caught in your own crafty ways!

Even though she was fighting me and seemed to resist our mate bond I already knew that ours was a love story that would be told for centuries to come. I had finally managed to get her to sleep although that wasn't without struggle, she was even fighting her body as it reported to her that she was tired. I actually found that to be very amusing because most people would willingly close their eyes and yet here she was fighitng the very thing that could help her feel better. I realized that I loved watching her sleep simply because of how peaceful she looked when she was sleepingping. This was definately the love of my life. “do you know that watching and staring at people as they sleep is weir

He continued thrusting, probably not reaching his climax yet, but then, he emitted a deep sigh, and I felt something warm being released in me before he collapsed onto my body. ....... ....... 'That ends it.' I thought as I stiffened, realizing now that it wasn't a stranger that I fucked but my foster-Brother and mortal enemy, Jeremy. "You Bitch." He roared. "What did you do to me? Why the hell are we in bed, together?" Jeremy was still shoving me roughly when the door to my bedroom was kicked open, revealing Pearl, whose jaw dropped. All colors drained from her face, my heart skipping a beat as I watched her take a step backwards.

"You are scared of me kissing you? Good, I want you to be quiet and sleep next to me." "But," He jerked his next towards my face, I squeezed my eyes, wiggled a bit. "Good girl, one more word and..." He fell next to me, and pulled me close, Pervert, Idiot Bastard, "Don't cuss me, Rubel," How does he know? I gave him a doubtful look, "I know that look of yours, sleep," I kept a pillow in between us, idiot. I came for something, and what am I doing, sleeping with the enemy.

I kept my thoughts to myself, talking myself through the situation, until I finally drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I witnessed the enemy winning the war, capturing my family. I was powerless to save them, overwhelmed with a feeling of loss and despair. When I woke up, I realized it was just a dream, but it left me with a sense of foreboding. Could I really protect my loved ones? What if I failed? Doubt crept in, but my wolf, Lethal, reassured me. “It’s only a dream. We will prevail in this war.”

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.

I fell asleep amid the pain of multiple fractures throughout my leg, all while listening to the flirting coming from the hospital ward next door. In my semi-conscious state, I seemed to see Christian Goodman pacing back and forth next to my hospital bed. Later on, a banging on the door woke me from my sleep. "Pack your things and follow me back to Rivera Manor, Raelyn. Grandpa wants to see you." That was my boyfriend Johan Rivera's voice. He had always been so impatient with me.

He loved to be feared, and hell, I fear him. Rodrigo had a scar on his face that extended from his cheek to his jawline. He had a tattoo on his chest—It was a snake with its tongue out, its scales and curves were perfectly etched, and it looked so real. I saw it through his unbuttoned upper chest. "What do we do with the wife and kid?" "They're just collateral damage, they'd be my spoil,”He gave out an evil laugh, and his men followed suit. Rodrigo took us to his underground den, as his men dragged us in, my eyes flickered around the surroundings. We walked past some men packaging some powder, and we finally got to a dark room where the lady released my hand and pushed me inside.