Novel & Cerita Tears Of My Enemies

Nathan was not the kind of person who acted on impulse, and he never forgot a slight. Shaun and Nathan had been enemies since Shaun’s first year on campus. There had never been a clear reason for it, no single argument that explained why the hostility between them had grown so intense. It had started subtly, with sharp looks and unspoken rivalry, but over time it became personal, especially when women were involved. Nathan had a habit of taking what belonged to other people, and Shaun had learned that the hard way. Emma had been the first. It had been nothing more than a bet to Nathan and his friends. He had been dared to date a first year student and dump her after three days, and Emma had

His touch did that, that stupid touch. His hand moved up my neck, brushing up my jaw to cup my cheek then rub his thumb under my eye, drying away the tears that were falling. I hated him, I hated him so much. My fists curled and I just wanted to punch him. I wanted him to stop touching me but I could not even speak, a large lump on my throat, not even able to breathe. His eyes kept searching for mine. Could he just leave me alone. “ I am not your enemy Flavia.” He lowly said with me scoffing. Had he seen himself? His everything was my enemy. His very DNA was my enemy, all of him.

Something hot. Tears.

I can see the stitches on my leg opening ,the blood from the wound flowing down my leg to leave a trail on the Italian tiles behind. But I don't stop. I just couldn't. My hands holding the wall, as I struggled to move forward. Tears of pain brimming my eyes. "Stop you bitch! " I hear them scream and I look back , they looked ready for a kill. Their eyes, still changing colour. Damn man! Why do I have to make enemies wherever I go. Too lost in looking behind me, I was unaware of the group of men coming towards us in front. Dressed in format, discussing about pack business.

Dark. The moment I’m alone, the dam breaks. Sobs tear from my throat, raw and painful. My body shakes as I sink to the floor, my back against the cool stone wall. I press my hands over my face, but the tears won’t stop. If this had been an enemy I could see, one I could fight, I’d have stood between it and Aria without hesitation. I would have bared my teeth, raised my claws, given my last breath to shield her. But this? This enemy is invisible. It’s in her blood, her bones. There’s nothing to fight. Nothing to strike down.

I have never been this upset over a trivial word, but I find myself unable to control my emotions. The feeling of the tears stinging my eyes groped me, "Where was God when I prayed to get away from my enemies? Huh? He watched me from heaven when I fell into the hands of my enemies and lost my mom. I am sure... I am very sure he heard my cries, but he still didn't do anything." I could not hold in the tears anymore as I allowed them to stream down from my eyes. I could feel the hotness of my tears as they scorched my face.

She has no choice but to shut her mouth, go inside in complete seclusion, and speak to God, whom she knows, once she learns how to pray to God the Highest. "You, O Lord, see me and are aware of my innermost thoughts; nothing is concealed from Your mighty eyes." I am honestly realizing that I am still too immature and unfinished to pretend or disguise myself as someone else. “Olga feels depressed by her own self-knowledge, which doesn’t fit with what other people know and see in her real situations. They all make fun of her, making Olga feel disgusted and starting to get rid of them.

I said, Abhi controlling my tears. I felt bad to see my best friends as enemies....... Stay tuned..... Hi Readers, If you like this chapter, please give comments.

A word I have no definition of right now. These are the people I trusted?. Sebastian used a glass piece as he wrote bitch on my forehead. I shudder. Tears of pain, tears of betrayal, tears of anger, tears of frustration, tears of bitterness, tears of trauma, tears of a child met and formed into a single drop as it falls on the ground. A single drop that shows my past pain. I forgot to breathe. Is this how I am going to die?. Dying in the hands of my enemies and them..... Is much better than dying in the hands of the people I trusted most.

Putting a hand over my face to hide the tears streaming down both sides of my face. I shouldn’t cry before my enemy. “Is this what you wanted?” I jerked my hand away to look at him with teary eyes. Refusing to be ashamed. “To see me break?” He was quiet. “I’m not going to break. Warlord. I’m no meek plaything for you to destroy.” “I dearly hope not.”