Tears Of My Enemies Novels & Stories

I clicked on the texts, bracing myself for angry messages. Instead, the words made my blood freeze: "What did I tell you about my enemies being your enemies?"

An enemy of my enemy is a friend. I recall little of how I got to be with them because I spent years consumed in hate and grief as a little boy. They took me in because I had no family left. Maybe they felt pity for me, but I grew up to understand that nothing is for free. I’m just a tool in their plan for revenge and I’m happy to comply. We might have different reasons for wanting to destroy the Toranes, and I don’t care. All I care about is seeing them destroyed and on their knees.

He asked, bulldozing through the door and coming to stand in front of me. “I said go away.” “The hell I will.” He said, pulling me close. I resisted for only a second before letting him pull me close. “What happened?” He asked, crushing me against his wide chest. The tears refused to stop no matter how much I tried. “It's okay," he cooed. Finally gathering my strength, I pulled away from him. “I told you to go away.” I wiped my eyes. How embarrassing was it to cry in front of your mortal enemy?

Tears filled my eyes put his hand kept getting tighter. "Marco please" I whispered amidst the throbbing pain aching in my arm. A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it. I tried to look away, but it was too late—he was already staring right at me. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, I saw something flicker in them. Surprise? Guilt? I couldn’t tell. But then, just like that, his grip loosened, and he let me go. It was like my tear had snapped him out of whatever had taken hold of him.

THE FINAL BATTLE The enemy's leader, a towering figure with eyes that glowed like embers, raised his hand and summoned a wave of dark energy. Maya and Arin dodged to the side, avoiding the attack by mere inches. Aria, the guardian of the earth, stepped forward and summoned a wall of flame to block the enemy's attack. The flames roared and crackled, illuminating the dark fortress and casting flickering shadows on the walls. Maya and Arin took advantage of the distraction to launch a counterattack. Maya summoned a storm of ice and snow, while Arin unleashed a barrage of arrows imbued with the power of the earth.

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

He had been fighting against a fate he didn't even know existed, all for the sake of his feelings for me. "Haha, wow... so it's really you... who was meant for him... I pity his fate... why couldn't it be me..." She mumbled, tears glistening in her eyes as she spoke, and I could sense the turmoil in her words, the longing for something she couldn't have. "Honestly, right now, I wish it was you. The burden of having your alpha as an enemy is a fate worse than death itself." I said, feeling my chest tighten at the mix of emotions running through me.

His body was motionless As if feeling my stare his head turned to look at me Our eyes met and I was thanking moongoddess Thanking her for keeping him alive His baby blue eyes were potraying all his emotions Pain,happiness,fear and that one thing which I yearned for each day of my life His Love My anger got intensified when I saw teardrops in his eyes. I have never seen him cry before but today seeing his like this,broke me. I wanted him strong . Strongest of all Fearless of all I knew these tears were not his weakness but a depiction of his pain. And his pain burned my insides to kill these people who did this. I wanted them all dead, but not a peaceful death but one which is merciless ,one

The thoughtful action causes tears to form in the corner of my eyes. After many minutes of me silently sobbing, Dior stops rubbing. "Is something the matter?" I nod. "Yes…" There is a slight pause. "Do you want to talk about it?" "I'm so perplexed by this entire situation!" I admit in a frustrated voice, angry at the world, mad at everything. "We used to be each other's worst enemies and now are taking a bubble bath together?" I realize that I sound like a brat, but I can't help myself—I'm in the arms of the guy who stole my books last year and filled my locker with sticky notes before he turned my entire pack against me. And while I want to forgive him, I'm too proud.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."