Sleeping With The Enemy の小説・ストーリー

»»─────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────«« Enemies with benefits.... what the fuck? I asked as I sat on the bed the very next morning, having had no sleep and feeling even more enraged. Sure, we’ll be stuck here, but why did I say yes? I can’t make nice with this guy. I moved off the bed, not bothering to be quiet about it. I know he didn’t sleep. For once, the drugs didn’t work, and he was wide awake. Eyes followed me as I went straight for the bathroom to brush my teeth. I think our parents are already out without telling us.

Next day, morning. Lily groaned as she woke up, then she felt the morning sun ray hitting her face, blurring her sight. She tried to open her eyes but she found it difficult to open them widely at once. So she opened them slowly, until they were finally and fully opened. Her eyes scanned the room, wondering where she was, and she found out that she was in an unfamiliar room. Thinking that it might be Rose's room, she remained calm. However, as she tried to get up, she felt herself weighed down, then her eyes scrutinized down her body and she found a muscular arm around her waist. Panic and anxiety flushed through her, and immediately she sat up. She looked beside her and found him there, the

The air was thick with tension as we stood on the edge of the battlefield. The enemy’s base loomed in the distance, dark and unyielding, a fortress built on blood and betrayal. This was it—the moment we had been fighting for, bleeding for. Damian stood beside me, his expression carved from stone. His black combat gear blended into the night, his presence commanding. Around us, our men waited, their weapons ready, their loyalty unwavering. Luka gave me a nod, his usual smirk absent as he tightened his grip on his rifle.

And Matteo’s legacy wasn’t finished haunting us yet. — Later that Night By the time I made it back to my room, Sienna was curled up in bed, my hoodie draped over her like armor. Her breathing was slow, steady. Peaceful. I wished I could give her more of that. I sat down beside her, running a hand through my hair. I was exhausted, but my mind was still racing. If Matteo’s people were still out there, still waiting for an opportunity to strike, then this wasn’t over. I had been prepared for a fight.

I woke up sprawled on Naomi’s couch, and my head was pounding. The events of the previous night crashed over me—Darian Wolfe’s hands on my skin, his breath warm against my neck, the knowledge that he was my father’s sworn enemy, and all the terrible things my father told me he had done.

I whispered. Then I froze. A shadow flickered across the next building — someone watching. A flash of light. A camera. My breath hitched. Zane’s driver was there. Still watching. I stumbled back into the room, clutching the flash drive like a lifeline. My mind spun with panic and disbelief. There was no escape — not from this place, not from him. And as I lay in bed pretending to sleep, I felt his presence beside me, his hand resting lightly on my waist. The warmth of it should’ve comforted me. But all I felt was fear — the suffocating kind that whispers one truth over and over again: I was sleeping beside the enemy.

My head is pounding with a rhythmic throb that matches my heartbeat. Frame forward. A bird flies across the screen. Frame forward. The wind blows the olive branches. Frame forward. A delivery truck drops off supplies at the gate. Checked, vetted, searched. Nothing. The enemy is a phantom. They exist in the negative space, in the shadows between pixels. "Boss." Enzo stands in the doorway holding a cup of coffee. "You need to sleep. You’ve been awake for two days." "I’ll sleep when I find them." "You won't find them if you’re hallucinating from exhaustion. You’re looking at the same ten minutes of footage for the third time."

ALLESSANDRO'S POV Avelina fell asleep after midnight with my arms wrapped around her. After our evening of wild fantancies. Gosh i have never wanted any woman like i want her. Her skin against mine. When her lips met mine, i felt an electric pull. It's almost morning and watching her sleep has been the highlight of my night. She sleeps with her cheek against my chest, her fingers curled around the fabric of my shirt like she’s afraid to let go, even in her dreams. I am afraid to move so i won't wake her up.

He held me with a possessive, jealous grip that left no room for doubt. I lay there, staring at the silver stars on the wallpaper, my heart racing. I could feel the hard lines of his body, the way his breath was slowly evening out as he drifted back into a real sleep. My concern here wasn't about the gun or the debt. It was the fact that I realized, as I lay in the arms of my greatest enemy, that I didn't want to be rescued. I wanted to see what happened when the sun came up and the "almosts" finally became "always."

My mind was racing at an unbelievable pace, but no sensible thoughts formed in it. "Go to sleep." He snapped at me. His eyes did not leave the book they were buried in. I doubted I was going to have any sleep. However, I must have been very tired because before I knew it, I was waking up to a slice of sunshine peeking at me through the half-closed curtains. It was by far the most peaceful sleep I'd ever had. I was ready to snuggle back into bed when I heard a familiar muffled voice. "No. The strippers won't be training this night as well...yes, they're training as warrior wolves. The rogues are threatening to outnumber us. We need more soldiers to—"