Tears Of My Enemies Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I gently fell to my knees, the numb feeling out weighing any emotion that I wanted to feel. I pulled my sword from her chest and laid it on the ground as I held her close to me. I didn’t even know what to do. I had killed countless men before, so why did this feel different? She was an enemy to the throne, so why was there an aching throbbing feeling pricking away at my heart. Why do I shed so many tears for the enemy, for the woman who killed my own mother? Deep down I wanted to scream, yell into the sky how life was so unfair. But all I could do was silently clutch at the woman who helped raise me all these years.

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.

Anna. I doubled down my steps while soft tears trickled from my eyes. Who would have thought that the man I finally found trust in, the same man I thought would make my life so much better regardless of the trauma I have been through would be the same person thrusting deeply into one of my greatest enemies. I hate everything about Mira from the way she looks at me to the stench of her breath and how she treats my kids. “I don't deserve this type of treatment!” I said to myself while fighting back the tears coming from my eyes.

"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.

Finally, the tears came. Hot. Angry. Humiliating. They poured out of her, silent sobs that shook her shoulders. She hated it. Hated giving her enemies this satisfaction, even if they would never see her like this. Her chest ached with every breath as she pressed her palms harder against her face, trying to smother the sound. “This is exactly what they want,” she whispered to herself between shaky breaths. “They want me broken before he realizes I’m not worth it. They want him to see me as a mistake.”

There was no way of stopping my hand as it shot up, pressing hard over my mouth as I tired to stifle the scream that tore it's way up my throat and passed my lips. The girl, staring back at me in the mirror, looked broken beyond repair. Hair twisted in knots, as if it had been caught out in the wind all day. My once nice purple long sleeve shirt and jeans now torn and crumpled, like each piece of clothing had been raked against tree after tree, shredding the fibers. Still, the one thing that my left eye couldn't look away from, was the blistering frost bite that ran across the other side of my face, where my once cool artic blue eye sparkled, mesmerising those in it's sight. The putrid smell

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

“You think I don’t lie awake every second of the night hating that I don’t have a way out of this?” I flinched. “I didn’t say that.” His hands curled into fists. “Because it sure as hell feels like it.” Anger flared in my chest. “I’m not the enemy here, Luca.” “I know that.” “Then why are you treating me like one?” His expression cracked, just for a second. Then he exhaled sharply and leaned back in his chair. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter. “You don’t get it, Sienna.”