Tears Of My Enemies Novels & Stories

"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."

I gulp and find Jeanne's eyes on me. She shakes her head. A bead of a tear rolls down her cheek. Then she reaches for the gun in Glitter Shoes' hand. "Jeanne! No!" I barely recognize my voice when the bullet fires. BAM!

I clung to the hope that perhaps, in the release of my tears, I would find some semblance of healing, some semblance of peace. The tears continued to flow, each one carrying with it a fragment of my shattered dreams. I mourned for the life I had once known, the vibrant spirit that had now been eclipsed by uncertainty and fear. The weight of my tears felt both cleansing and exhausting, as if with each droplet, I shed a layer of my anguish.

he said with emphasis. I stared at him as my tears continued to fall. I am feeling emotional and overwhelmed by everything that he said. ‘What the hell is wrong with you, Aliara? Despite the fact that his father is your enemy, why do you still continue to fall for him? Why do you let yourself be enamoured by your enemy's blood?' I pursed my lips tightly when he wiped away my tears for me with both of his palms. I looked down at his hands and gently held them.

"What do you know about the current animosity between our two packs" I stared at him, placing my own walls up. For a brief moment, I no longer felt like I was talking to my mate, instead I felt as if I was about to betray my entire pack, and worst of all, my own family. Amara brought me back to my senses, filling my thoughts with memories and images of tender moments between Grayson and I. Grayson may have once been the enemy, but he's now my mate. If I really want to bring peace to our packs I need to be honest with him, and I really have nothing to hide. I take a deep breath to calm myself before I take down my walls and look into my mates eyes, projecting an air of sincerity.

I knew that something was hindering him from being with me, and it has nothing to do with him having a partner. "Who is going to save me now that my mate has abandoned me?" I thought as I fought back the tears, which were threatening to fall. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was feeling loads of pain all over my body. I couldn't believe my friend had abandoned me. Tears gathered on my face, and I wiped them off immediately. I'm hopeless now that my mate has abandoned me, but I'm still glad he hasn't rejected me, knowing I might get a chance to be with him.

I sighed before pushing her gently, wanting her to look me in the eye. “One thing that you need to understand, Sienna, is that I'm never going to blame you for whatever they are doing because I know that you do not, will not, and never have taken any part of it. I understand that this is not something that you like. I understand what you are trying to tell me. But sometimes you need to understand one thing. Our enemies come from family before they come from those who are strangers. Our enemies were once our friends, by the way. There is a reason why there are enemies right now and there is a reason why we stand against them. Family, friends, blood, water, bones, whatever it is that you can n

“We—there are worse enemies, Ophelia. People who—who would love to see you isolated. I can help you—you and I—” Ophelia cut her off, voice a whip crack. “You’re right. In my life, there were enemies everywhere. I mistook you for an ally, and it cost me everything.” Her eyes blazed. “But I’m not that girl anymore. I won’t let your crocodile tears fool me. I won’t let you stand back and say ‘I tried my best’ while painting me the villain.” Wren stared, speechless. “But… but you can’t just hold this over me! That’s cruel! I said I’m sorry, I knelt—what else do you want?!”

The most filthy, compromised existence a person could ever live. I was a traitor to my best friend, a secret plaything for her terrifying father, a target for her toxic brother, and a literal corpse walking through a palace of predators with only months left to breathe. I pressed my lips tightly together, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth were shaking despite every frantic effort to silence the burst of tears threatening to tear through my chest. I looked straight up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, trying to win an impossible battle against gravity. But it was no use. The first warm tear broke free, trailing down my flushed cheek and carving a wet path through the powder on my skin.

the enemy of my enemy is my friend". Sheena was hurt at what happened to her lover and sought revenge. I, on the other hand just wanted to cut off a weed. “I'll do my best“ “Then hurt that fucker for me“