Tears Of My Enemies Novels & Stories

“How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!” Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She turned and ran to her room, collapsing onto her bed, burying her face in the soft covers as sobs wracked her body. “I searched for my mate… my whole life, I searched,” she choked out between cries. “And now he’s here, standing before me… but I can’t accept him. I can’t, because he’s my enemy. He came here to kill, not to claim me.”

Another tear slipped from my eyes. . . . . . TBC

My eyes slowly grew wide as I stare in the horizon. [Friends are foes. You need to stand all by yourself alone. Friends are not real. Friends are enemies! They are not real towards you. Backstabs you when you turn around. Friends are just your imaginary companion. No one is really in this world other than me and our men. Don't trust friends. You don't need anyone to be with.] Tears starts falling from my eyes because of the painful words that pierces my heart little by little. "How could you say... false things to my friends? Who are you to judge them?" My teeth gritted, jaw clenching.

“Dear, laugh in front of your enemy to make them worry. To make them think you aren’t hurt. To make them feel weak for being unable to hurt you. If your enemy sees you laugh at the moment meant for tears, it baffles them. Hatred and anger can cause them injury. They might even hurt themselves. “*sigh* Sometimes, tears are uncontrollable. It takes over. But whenever rain doesn't fall and you feel like crying, use the handkerchief. I hope it will make you feel my presence patting your head and telling you it’s okay to cry, but you need to stop crying.” Layla read to the page end, and a tear dropped from her eyes. She wanted to wipe it with her bare hand but remembered the handkerchief and she

The realization struck like a thunderbolt, shaking my very foundations, rattling the walls of my soul. My enemy's legacy, bound to me by fate, taunted me with its cruel irony. The implications swirled, a maelstrom of conflict and emotion, threatening to consume me whole. How could fate be so cruel?

"Dad" "Baby girl I have never seen you so upset due to someone. And am sure it’s not just anger. What it is"? I asked her politely tucking her long hair back. I could feel her fighting with herself to talk or not. She was twisting her fingers. I held her chin to look into my eyes and I and Jeremy smiled as soon as her eyes filled with tears. It’s not happy tears. But it’s more like understanding. I knew it. I sensed it. I saw the same look in Matt's eyes. Jer looked at me and sat on the other side of Lizz. Gathering her in his arms. She was just crying and we were waiting.

I want it all to be over. Tears poked the back of my eyes, but I maintained a straight face. I can’t break down now. We still have a long way to go. I will do whatever it takes to bring the enemies down and protect the ones I care about. I bowed my head, shutting my eyes tightly.

tears rolled from my eyes. "We are sorry Sana" I broke the hug and looked at the warrior's side who stopped me to come into the pack. One after one everyone was saying sorry to me... I wish this sorry would have changed something... no matter what they say or how sorry they are feeling but the damage was done. I can't forget those horrible and depressing days of my life that they gave me. I was looking at everyone when my eyes went on a person in the middle of the crowd whose face was covered but whose eyes were visible... Don't know why it gives me goosebumps, reminding me of my biggest enemy...

Her words took my breath away, and tears welled up in my eyes once again. "Lynda," I sniffled. "Hush, I'm here," she murmured, enveloping me in her embrace. I buried my head in her shoulder and let the tears flow. I wept for the years of pain that had burdened me. I cried for the arduous life I had endured. I wept for my own sense of hopelessness. Tears streamed down my face, overwhelmed by the unexpected kindness shown to me. These people, who were supposed to be my enemies, had displayed more compassion than I had ever witnessed in my entire existence.

In the particular careful space of people who have said the hardest things and are now finding out what exists on the other side of them. Marcus asked about the pack. Damien answered — briefly, factually, without warmth but without hostility either. The neutral territory of information shared between people who are not yet anything to each other but are no longer enemies. Rain listened to the two of them talk and felt something settle in her chest that had been slightly unsettled since the farmhouse. Since Rook. Since all of it. Not resolution exactly. Not forgiveness — that was a longer road, and nobody in this room was pretending otherwise.