Tears Of My Enemies Novels & Stories

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.

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

For Linda. I got up to my feet and wipe away the tears with my hands. I'm sure I look like a wreck right now. My eyes felt puffy and my clothes were dirty from the ground. Linda's blood was on me as well. I shook when I see it and when my eyes look back at the pool of blood.

It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it. I could not make a move as I felt heavy and I was unable to lift my body. " There are tears in your eyes," I said to her. It was the first time I was speaking to her and I felt kind of bound already. " Yeah, this hurts me so much," she said as she cleaned her eyes. Her voice was amazing, I must confess. " You will be fine" I tried to be sympathetic towards her even though I was not meant to be. She is the daughter of my enemy and she will forever remain that way.

MADISON I didn't know when tears fell off my eyes, I couldn't believe u tried so hard to compose myself all through the day but broke down just a minute after walking into Derek's car. My thoughts had overwhelmed me and I had a lot strangulating my mental health, I wouldn't want Bethany or any of my class mates seeing me cry over a fucking friendship. But this was Derek, he wasn't gonna judge me. As I walked towards Derek car, I felt utterly frustrated, I had something new to puzzle on and maybe lose my sleep. What did Damond mean by I now had an enemy? The only enemy I was supposed to have was mum, and she certainly couldn't be my enemy. No one else was dragging Derek with me, at least not

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.

He is going to wake up one day and see exactly the girl Ari saw, the girl Alpha Alaric saw and he won't want to be my friend anymore. It was a fact. It was inevitable It was my future. At first, I felt something wet my face, I had no idea it was tears until I touched my face and stared at the liquid on my hand. I wiped it again and again and again but it just kept coming. What the fuck? Stop! Okay? Please stop! I begged my tear duct but it was useless. I got tired of waiting for my orders to be obeyed and I simply let the tears keep coming.

I was no longer on top of my mate, but the spot he’d pleasured so well was a sore reminder of what we’d done last night. I smiled to myself, turning to look at my still-sleeping mate. As I turned to look at his face, though, my breath hitched as panic wrapped its cold fingers around my stomach. This was Marcus Hayes, my father’s worst enemy. The man who’d torn apart my father’s brother and left his mutilated body on our borders. The man who’d sworn that he’d mount my father and anyone from his line’s heads on spikes around his pack’s palace. This man – this monster – he would kill me if he saw me in his bed!

E L A R A Julian Hartmann. The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered. I don't know. The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear. If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate... I know it's insane. Completely insane.

The emergency lights turned on seconds later. A deep crimson glow flooded the archive. Then came a voice. Female. Calm. Distorted through the speaker system. "Hello there, Adrian." Every muscle in his body stiffened. The woman laughed softly. Not kindly. Not warmly. Like someone greeting an old enemy. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever discover the truth." The entire archive fell silent. Nobody dared moved. The air went still. Adrian stared upward. "Who are you?" The woman ignored the question.