Sworn Enemies Novels & Stories

After, they lay pressed close, hearts racing, bodies warm and spent. "This complicates things," Muna said finally, her head on his chest. "Everything about us is complicated." His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder. "But maybe that's not entirely bad." "How can you say that? We're enemies who got married for business. Now someone's trying to destroy us both, and we're..." "What? What are we, Muna?" She couldn’t answer. The truth was too dangerous to admit. They were meant to hate each other, meant to plot each other’s ruin. Yet here she was, lying in his arms, feeling safer than she had in years.

"What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about the fact that your precious Wexford alliance isn't a merger at all," Theodore said, leaning in closer until his breath brushed warm against Adrian's cheek. "It's a hostile takeover disguised as a family wedding, and your father is walking right into the slaughterhouse with a smile on his face." "That's impossible," Adrian shot back instantly, though the cold knot in his stomach instantly betrayed his own rising panic. "Lawrence Hollingsworth doesn't get played. He's the one orchestrating the asset consolidation."

Moreover, we are going to get divorced in six months. "Alessio, did you... find the sniper?" I steady my voice, pushing the images of my mother's body and her blood back down into that part of my brain. The one where I lock up all my unpleasant memories and things. "Yes. Maciej Kowalski." A lightning bolt strikes my head. Metaphorically. The demonic voices are getting louder and louder, laughing maniacally, drowning out all surrounding sounds, but I swallow them down to ask. "Kowalski. Then... who's Adela Kowalski to him?" I see his eyes twitch and his gaze darkens.

His armed men remained tense but unmoving. “You’ve forced our hand.” Lewis didn’t respond. Adrian’s eyes locked onto him. “From this moment forward…” His voice grew colder. “…The Covenant considers you an enemy.” Victor shrugged. “That was already the case.” Adrian ignored him. He looked at Alexander. “And you.” Alexander smiled faintly. “We’ve been enemies for decades.” Adrian nodded. “Yes.” He turned back toward Lewis one last time. “You’ve inherited your father’s courage.” A pause.

And in the end, we didn’t become the people we once were. We became better. We had survived. We had grown. And for the first time, we could finally be together—not as enemies, not as victims of our past, but as partners in the truest sense. Because what we had now was stronger than obsession. Stronger than pain. Stronger than anything we had ever known. And I knew, without a doubt, that this time, it would last.

"About how to put one foot in front of the other?" "No, to how I'm going to kill you." I feel him tense and put his hand on the pommel of his sword. "You swore at the Moon Goddess." He reminds me. "He's right." My wolf Cassiopeia tells me. "Are you serious? He is a Red! He is an enemy. He will stab us in the back as soon as he gets the chance." "He swore too." "Since when do they keep their word?"

For five years, Julian and I had been a secret. We had our own hidden apartment where, night after night, he could not get enough of me, leaving his insanely possessive marks all over my body. Tonight was no different. But the difference today was that before I could even catch my breath, he suddenly asked for the number of Essa, my family's gorgeous maid. "Darling, don't you think it is too boring to stick to just one woman for the rest of your life?" "She has a killer body. I do not want to give up all the thrills out there just for you." I stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then pushed his hand off my chest. I gave a calm nod. Later, when someone asked me who I was into, I casually d

“Unless he changed. What’s your deal with him, anyway?” “He almost killed my men.” My jaw dropped. “Well, shit. So we have a common enemy, after all. An enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn’t that what they say?” “Who killed your parents?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

he warned, his voice low. "Outside of this paper, you're still my enemy. We aren't friends, Zane." ​"Yeah, whatever. Enemy, rival, stranger pick your favorite label," Zane rolled his eyes, though there was a flicker of something like hurt in his gaze that he quickly masked. "But, at least around our parents, try not to look like you hate my guts. We need them to believe we’re happy so they stop poking into our business. Shouldn't fake love at least look halfway real?"

He leaned in just slightly close enough that his breath warmed her cheek, close enough that she felt the heat of him radiating through the tiny inches between them. She didn’t pull away. She should have. But she didn’t. He murmured, “Last time, we were interrupted.” She froze. So did the room. “And?” she asked softly. “And I don’t like unfinished moments.” Her heart dropped to somewhere near her knees. “This is a moment?” “You tell me.” The world tilted. Her pulse pounded. Her breath came shallow. She whispered, “Jaxon we’re supposed to be enemies.” He smiled gently. “No. We’re supposed to be honest.”