The Enemy Sarah Adams Novels & Stories

"My team. Best in naval intelligence. We have been waiting for permission to move on Elizabeth. You just gave it to us." "This is insane," Arnold said. "An unsanctioned military operation on US soil—" "Is the only way to win." Sarah handed him a weapon. "You can stay here. Be safe. Let us handle it. Or you can come. Face the woman who destroyed everything. Your choice." I looked at Damien. At Hope. At the people who had sacrificed everything. "I am going. This is my war. My father. My revenge." "Then let us end it." Sarah climbed into the driver's seat. "The café. Four hours. Anyone who is not ready to kill or die should stay behind."

She wasn't even sure what she was looking for anymore. Only that something felt incomplete. Sarah leaned back. Frustrated. Maybe she was imagining things. Maybe Marisa really had acted alone. Maybe— Her thoughts stopped. Something on the screen caught her attention. A name. One she hadn't expected to see. Her eyes narrowed. Slowly she clicked the document. The file opened. A photograph appeared. Sarah froze. The image was several years old. Two men stood side by side. One of them was Adrian. Younger. But unmistakably Adrian.

I would be right to call her a manipulative and self-centred person, as those duly describe part of her attributes. When Sarah came into the picture, Adhira tried her best to discourage Aadi from marrying her. Considering her looks, Adhira wondered how his handsome and rich brother would deign that low and have anything to do with such a twerp." There's something amiss somewhere, somehow. Aadi isn't with his right senses," she claimed. She believed Sarah charmed his brother into marrying her; a gold-digger and dirty-looking woman with no class. "Hey, you better undo whatever it was you have done to my family and quietly walk out; else, I swear by the gods, I would do anything within my power

The video call ended, but the words spoken by the masked leader of The Black Dagger Front refused to leave Sarah’s mind. The enemy who sold your son is closer than you think. Those words echoed again and again inside her head like a slow, poisonous drumbeat. She stood motionless in the hotel suite, her phone still in her hand, staring at the dark screen as if Daniel might suddenly reappear on it. James watched her carefully. He had known Sarah long enough to recognize the moment her mind shifted from fear into calculation.

- What the hell are you doing here? - Oh, but Sarah this isn’t the way to welcome your father, now is it? If looks could kill Adam would have been long dead. He had the nerve to bring this man here, the man who ruined her life from the very beginning; the man that literally spat on her existence and forced her to make the most sinful of the sins, murder. And not just any murder, but one that ended what could have been a beautiful friendship. Because in her madness, deep inside Sarah admitted that being neighbors and girls of the same age they could also have been best friends.

With a heavy heart, Sarah forced a smile onto her lips, and she got up to pack Adam's bags, her mind filled with a sense of foreboding, she couldn't shake the feeling that their journey was far from over—that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and obstacles beyond anything she could have imagined. As Sarah packed Adam's toys and clothes, her heart felt heavy with the weight of her conflicting emotions. She was sure that after a few days, he would miss her and come back. After all, she was his mother, and he had just met Zakariah. And knowing his stiff nature and imposing personality, Adam would surely realize his mistake and gladly return to her very soon. After ensuring that Ad

The lines between friend and foe blurred, as the true nature of their adversaries became clear. In the final moments of the battle, Sarah stood face-to-face with the one who had orchestrated their collective suffering. It was a chilling encounter, a clash of wills and a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Words were exchanged, each sentence weighted with the weight of their shared history. It was a reckoning that would leave an indelible mark on their lives.

He lit up as though he had just earned himself a medal. “He was getting annoying, don’t you think?” Sarah said, her voice light, lilting with glee. She wasn’t manic in the way Adam had been, with his jittery eyes and hyperactive excitement. She wasn’t driven by some unstoppable obsession that poured out in every twitch and every word. No—Sarah’s madness was different. Cold. Controlled. A flame hidden behind a smile that flickered and snapped whenever she chose to feed it. She sauntered forward, her yellow dress swishing about her knees, and stopped by Adam’s still body. Her nose wrinkled like she found the sight of him beneath her distasteful, like he was something spilled on her perfectly c

Damian’s hands clenched into fists, but he kept walking, his pace brisk, head low. Near the lobby, he caught sight of Dr. Adrian storming toward the parking lot, phone pressed to his ear, fury etched across his face. Damian started forward, ready to stop him but a female voice cut through the chaos. “Damian? Oh my God, it’s really you!” He turned. A tall woman in designer heels, hair slicked back, eyes hidden behind shades. Martha. A ghost from his past. Childhood friend, now a famous model. “Martha,” he said flatly.

Thousands of Questions whirl in my mind as I stare at the most famous person in the werewolf community. Alejandro. No matter how much I turn the situation over in my head, it doesn't make sense. What was the enemy doing in our camp yesterday, and why did he never kill me? There was a chance he spared my life because of the mate bond, but the same couldn't be said for Dane. He was the enemy and nothing stood in the way of killing him. Hence, we are not with Dane now.