Sleeping With The Enemy の小説・ストーリー

I adjust the duvet cover, needing to do something with my hands. Soon, we'll emerge from this bed and wont' have any reason to cross paths again. We'll become strangers to each other and this will be nothing more than a memory I recall when I'm feeling particularly nostalgic. "I'm assuming this will be the last time we see each other beyond functions with Ciella and Eden," he says, bringing my thoughts to life. "Most likely."It's better that way. Varian will always be from the enemy pack, always at odds with what I grew up believing was right. While I may not believe that now, I know that him and I could never work.

"They're patient." Patient people were dangerous. Impulsive enemies made mistakes. Patient enemies waited. Planned. Prepared. I hated patient enemies. --- Later that night... Eva fell asleep against me while we watched a movie neither of us had been paying attention to. Her breathing evened out. Her fingers still loosely wrapped around mine. I looked down at her. Peaceful. Completely unaware. I envied that. Carefully, I brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "You deserve better than this."

“For 363 days.” He searched my face, then let go like I’d burned him. He didn’t touch me again for the rest of the drive. That night, I found a book on my nightstand. The Art of War. No note. I opened it. On the first page, in black ink, sharp and precise: Rule six: Enemies are everywhere. Trust no one. Not even me. I closed the book and looked at the camera in the corner. Red light, blinking. Always blinking.

“One day—maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow—but one day, you will face the consequences of everything you’ve done. And when that day comes, I will be there. I will watch. And I will revel in your destruction.” I stepped back. “So go ahead. Do your worst. But know that you’ve made an enemy today. An enemy who will never stop. Never forget. Never forgive.” My voice was steady. My eyes were dry. “You will regret this. Until your dying breath, you will regret this.” He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t show a single flicker of emotion. He simply watched me—cold, calculating, unimpressed—like a scientist observing a particularly aggressive insect.

His touch was comforting, his lips pressed again, "Go to sleep, my beautiful mate," I should be angry, I shouldn't let him touch me for kissing her. He did all this to prove his point. I couldn't take the sight out of my mind. I fought against his command. My eyelids get heavy, pulling me into the dark. I grasped his hand against my stomach. I didn't want him to leave me. The wall I tried to keep up, falling apart completely.

Pushing the blanket, he looked at his side and scanned the whole room for the lady he banged last night. His brows furrowed and his face turned into a frown as he couldn't see any sign of her. All he saw was the red blood stains on the sheet, a mark of what went down last night. However, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated from f**g a virgin last night. He sighs as he looks at his wrist watch. It was seven thirty. He had been a deep sleeper that he didn't notice when she left his side. "Fanculo! (F**k!)"

"Zara" " Walk with me, let me take you to your room. Someone will bring your bag upstairs" she led me up the stairs." I wonder why our parents named us the way they did, I and Darius have the same first letter, just like Zach and you too" " That's true. That's strange". " Well, it is something our mom would bond over. This is your room" I looked around the room while an enforcer brought my bags in. The room had been arranged according to my taste and also had books I liked too.

I stare at them in silence that turns to horror the longer I watch them sleep. They’re beautiful. All of them. But they’re poison worse than the one inside me. How could I have teamed up with them? I chose to ally myself with the enemy. Willingly. My entire life’s goal is to protect the world from what I know they’ll do to it, and here I am sleeping beside them. I get silently to my feet, leaving my shoes where they lie, then creep over the dusty ground.

The chopper would drop them at an airstrip close to their own house. Walking inside his bedroom, he’d found her wrapped in his sheets. Seeing Jade sprawled on his bed, her red-streaked hair fanning his pillow had tugged at his heartstrings. He hadn’t been able to resist getting into bed with her. He’d stripped and pulled her to him, thinking he’d shut his eyes for a few minutes only. But he had woken up straight at nine in the morning. It was unbelievable because, for years, he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep. This woman, however, with her soft, enticing curves and her warm scent, had unknowingly managed to make him sleep for seven hours straight.

Lucas Harrington I woke up to a weight on my chest, the soft sound of snoring filling the otherwise quiet room. Blinking against the faint morning light seeping through the curtains, I glanced down—and froze. Isabella. She was sprawled across me, her cheek pressed to my chest, her lips slightly parted as she breathed deeply in her sleep. One arm was flung over my torso, and her fingers clutched my bicep with surprising strength, like she was afraid I’d disappear.