روايات وقصص ضمن Tears Of My Enemies

He leaned in. It was only a moment, however, something crossed Wade's mind and he pushed him away, glaring at him fiercely with tears clinging to the corner of his eyes. They were not the ones he shed when he was high on pleasure, these were angry tears. The look that Wade gave him was as if he wanted to kill Vincenzo, really fucking kill him, full of hatred and enmity. "What's wrong?" Vincenzo asked, not understanding him.

“You don’t have to hurt yourself for me to see you. I see you. I always have. That’s why this is so hard.” The knife trembled in my hand. “I never wanted to be your enemy,” he added. “But if you keep pushing… that’s exactly what we’ll become.” My fingers loosened around the blade. It hit the floor with a dull clatter. And for the first time that night, I felt cold. Enemies? Really?

I swallowed thickly, my heart thumping in my chest as my eyes locked with the golden-flecked ones before me. Not from fear — but from hatred. I knew him. Too well. Alpha Florian. Son of Lord Darius. The son of my enemy. He had shorts on, every other part of him bare to my sight — water dripping from his skin while a smug grin remained strapped to his lips. “I’m leaving anyway,” I retorted sharply, my words cutting with tension as I turned on my feet to move. But my body failed me. I stumbled forward, realizing the damage done to my feet was far worse than I had believed.

Even Isabella herself had since frozen with eyeballs dancing about, clearly not expecting that from Isla. But Isla simply smiled. A small, polite yet dangerous expression. None of it reached her eyes. Inside, her thoughts were cold and clear. “You know what they say about … keep your enemies close.”

"Do it. I’ve felt worse... than you... Counselor." ​I didn't have anesthesia. I didn't have a surgeon’s steady hand. I had the memory of every anatomy class I’d taken for forensics and the desperate need to keep him alive. ​The first stitch made him hiss. The second made him roar—a sound so primal it made Leo stumble in his counting. I kept going, my vision blurring with tears, my breath coming in jagged gasps. I was sewing the man who had kidnapped me, the man I had betrayed, and the only man I had ever truly loved back together.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and fast, but I didn’t dare wipe them away; even a small movement felt like it might snap whatever thin thread was holding him from blowing up. He took a step closer, the floor creaking under his weight. "Answer me, boy." "I-I’m sorry," I managed, the words scraping out weakly. "They’re not... I didn’t mean... Millie gave them to me, I just—" "Millie." He spat the name like it was poison. "That dyke friend of yours? Should’ve known she’d turn you into this." Another step. Now I could see the burst blood vessels in his cheeks, the stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave in days.

“I’m Alpha Zander Black.” Her eyes widen and she takes me in and the look of pure terror sucks the life right out of me. That look is one I relish on the face of my enemies, not her, not out little mate. “You should have left me.” Fresh tears roll down to her hair and she winces as she rolls away to face the window and pulls her legs up to her chest.

She nodded once and pulled away. "Back then, I didn't think that we would face so many enemies under our own roof." She wiped at the tears in her eyes. Her words shocked me slightly because it made me realize I've always had enemies under my own roof. Had lived with so many people that would do me harm without hesitation.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.