Novel & Cerita Tears Of My Enemies

Beatrice's POV Tears continued to stream down as I looked at him. Tobias was wounded on his left stomach, kneeling down on the ground. My eyes turned to his enemy, smirking like he's already in victory. There was something that hit my heart in pain. I couldn't watch him that way. His enemy cheated!

Until I felt his fingers on my cheeks wife my tears away. “I hate when you” “Cry” I finished his sentence for him “But why, don’t you love seeing me hurt?” “I don’t think anyone would like to see that pretty little face of yours sad” Did Max just admit the soft spot I had on him, and why am I blushing instead of strategizing ways to use this new found information on him? “May?” He asked, holding out his hands, I hesitated but intertwined our hands eventually. It felt weird, walking hand in hand with my enemy, the man who I hated the most isn’t something I ever imagined.

she said to me and tears of pain leaked from her eyes "I don't care about what you think," I said to her with an emotionless face because I know myself and I know that I can't be tamed "Stefano one day you will experience my pain that's how your soul died when you don't get your love," she said to me, and tears of pain leaked from her eyes. "Trust me I won't experience that pain because my heart is as dark as a cloud and the door of my heart is unlocked," I said to her without any expression on my face

I suddenly blurted and regretted it immediately. He slowly lifted his eyes to me. Cold, merciless, yet beautiful enough to ruin lives. My hands trembled. “Only my enemies.” “You are my enemy,” I whispered, because he was. “No,” he said and slowly rose from the chair and stopped right in front of me. “You're worse.”

My chest heaved, not from weakness, not from sorrow—but from rage. Hot, angry tears rolled down my cheeks, smudging the powder I’d just applied. I scrubbed at them with the back of my hand, cursing under my breath. I wasn’t weak. I would never cry weak tears. These weren’t the tears of a victim. These were the tears of a woman who had bled, clawed, and burned her way into the crown and I’d be damned if anyone, even Kael, stripped it from me. And above all, these were the tears of someone who hated.

There’s a real and dangerous truth to the cliché: you are your worst enemy. I set my tea aside and put my head in my hands and the crying starts again. Hiccuping, weak pants and tears give way to great, shuddering sobs gobbled up by the lonely, cavernous farmhouse. As darkness leaches the color from everything around me, I slump to my knees on the floor before the fire. **

The sick bastard! "I promise you, Brandon. You do not want to make an enemy of me because I will crush you," I said, and everyone was in shock. They all waited to hear his response. The council patiently waited for Brandon to defend himself. Waiting for him to refute the things I had said. Then Brandon looked at me with eyes filled with tears: unshed tears, tears that refuse to fall, tears that might never fall. Maybe because they have fallen so many times in private and have now decided to remain in Brandon's eyes because they wouldn't change anything, I could see he knew his tears wouldn't change anything. They wouldn't wash away the pain, nor would they ease the situation.

I whispered, tears pooled my cheeks. "So when you look at me like I'm the enemy, when you scream at me to stop being selfish while I'm standing here with a century of ghosts on my back—" She pressed her lips together, fighting for control. "It shatters me. Do you understand? It shatters me."