Tears Of My Enemies Novels & Stories

I questioned her, my eyes shining with a fierce intensity as I stared at her, "You're the reason why my face is this way," I added pointing at the scar on my face, even as .y eyes darted from her to Bruno, "My long time enemies walked into my camp, and you think you have the chance to walk out of here free and unhurt?" I glared at them, even though I wasn't expecting an answer from them.

Or was he secretly happy seeing me risking my life, praying that I don't come back because he doesn't want to have a tiny boy for a mate? I will probably never find out. My heart plummets in my chest when we finally emerge from the trees and see the enemy standing on a hill just a short distance away from us. Every single one of them looks rigid and foreboding, but it is the way they are looking at us that scares me the most. "Stay calm," Titus cautions. "That's Alejandro Santiago at the center of them." I take a closer look at the man he's referring to and almost get a stroke.

Alethea I curl up on the cold floor of the room I’ve been thrown into, my body trembles with everything that’s happened. Tears stream down my face, and I can’t stop them, no matter how hard I try. The fear, the anger, the hopelessness, all of it suffocating me. I know I’ve made enemies. I know beating the Luna, their precious Maya, into a pulp would have consequences. It must have triggered Liam’s anger, seeing the way he treated me.

Before I could say another word, she was already storming out, muttering curses and vowing to settle the score with Ariana herself. Their reactions didn't surprise me. What I was curious about was who would come out on top in the end. … A day later, my assistant came in with the update. Ariana and Cleo had gotten into a full-blown brawl at a bar. Cleo, having planned ahead, had brought a bottle of acid and threw it directly at Ariana's face. Ariana, realizing her face was ruined, went into hysterics. She grabbed a fruit knife from the bar counter and slashed at Cleo's face in retaliation. In the struggle, the blade punctured Cleo's eye—blinding her permanently in that eye.

He's right there staring at me like I'm a pitiful sight. "Because I will burn every single person responsible to the ground." His eyes don't flinch, they don't even give me a single crack to crawl through. "Every…Single… One." My chest heaves. The burning behind my eyes is spreading and I hate it. I have survived things that would have hollowed most people out completely, I have stood in rooms where everything was falling apart and kept my face still and my spine straight and my voice so level and I have never… A tear escapes and I feel it before I can stop it. Hot, traitorous tears running down my cheek like a confession I didn't mean to make. Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it…

Who took me away? My stomach twists as my gaze falls on the bottom line written in smaller words. Don’t trust him. Please. I’m trying to help you this time. I didn't notice the tears in my eyes until a tear drops on the paper emaering th ink. The door clicks behind me. Turning towards the doorway i notice Allessandro standing there. His eyes are dark and his hair is wet, with heavy breathing. I could tell he was full of anger and vilence when he sees in letter in myhands.

They’d washed their hands of me, as if I’d brought this chaos on purpose. I thought of everyone here. Rory, Niall, Declan, Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Greaves, Chef Ambrose, Saoirse… every last one of them ready to fight, to bleed for me. I bit my lip hard, trying to stop the tears, but they came anyway, hot, stinging and fucking relentless. I sobbed quietly, the kind of sound you don’t even mean to make, the kind that rips its way out of you when you’re finally too tired to fight it.

If you’ve ever felt like love arrived late for you… If you’ve ever wondered whether you missed your chance… If you’ve ever believed that the past disqualified you from a beautiful future— This story was for you. Enemies to Lovers is about second chances, yes but it’s also about self-trust. Brielle had to trust herself enough to stay. Jaxon had to trust himself enough to change. Together, they built a life that was loud, messy, imperfect, and deeply, fiercely real. Thank you for loving them. Thank you for rooting for them. Thank you for feeling angry on their behalf, smiling at their quiet moments, holding your breath during the hard ones, and celebrating every victory—big and small.

“You shouldn’t be here.” “You tryin’ to carry this shit yourself?” I laughed. Long and loud. I threw my head back, my shoulders bouncing up and down as I let loose like I hadn’t done in what felt like forever. He stared at me. Slowly, I stopped laughing. My tears had already been flowing, but I ignored them as I held his quiet gaze. “I’m being watched,” I croaked, tears spilling like a river. “By whom?” “Leon Ralis,” I whispered.

One of the chairs screeched across the floor. Humiliation hit almost immediately after the pain. Tears flooded my eyes before I could stop them and it only made me angrier. Absolutely not. I was not crying in front of this man. I would rather dissolve into thin air. Kain’s grip loosened instantly. I hated that too. I pressed the heel of my hand against my eyes. “Don’t.” His face had changed slightly. “Tati—” “Don’t you dare call me that.” You have no right. My voice cracked anyway.