When My Family Became My Enemy Novels & Stories

"I'd love to meet your family, Delilah and I also want to introduce you to my family now. Officially as mine..." "Do you think they will accept me after everything?" I asked because I don't know... I have never gotten along with his family and friends. Bianca and Evangeline were nice but I wasn't really looking for friendship when I had last met them and after what my father did to Bianca and her husband, I doubt they will welcome me back with open arms. "You never did anything to them," he said. "I'm the enemy's daughter." "You were the enemy's daughter, now you're mine. It's different."

“Unless he changed. What’s your deal with him, anyway?” “He almost killed my men.” My jaw dropped. “Well, shit. So we have a common enemy, after all. An enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn’t that what they say?” “Who killed your parents?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Pure, white-hot, consuming rage. I thought about my mother's gentle voice, her soft hands, her sad eyes. I thought about the way she had looked at me from her hospital bed, fragile and weak, making me believe she was dying. I thought about the tears she had shed, the apologies she had whispered. All of it was a lie. I looked at my father, and I saw the same rage reflected in his eyes. "She's not your mother anymore," he said. "She's the enemy. And if we don't stop her, she's going to destroy everything we have left."

I just wanted to spend a good time with my family and here we are again experiencing another bad thing in our lives. I could feel her walking around, and I waited for her to contradict me again. She always did that and most times, her views are accurate. “If you say you don't have any enemies then how come there's this one? Exactly! Just like how you didn't know about the people that destroyed things that day, it's the same way you don't know whether they are a part of this as well.“ “But I know they are. I'm holding on to this one, Michelle.” I told her.

He takes another step forward and I take one step back as he continues talking, "and a brother whose only family he's got left is you." Guilt spread through me. Maybe I was being too selfish but wouldn't anyone be? Be scared and selfish enough to run? "I have a past. I have forgotten everything. I don't feel like I belong here. I feel like a stranger to everyone and an intruder in my own house. Maybe this is a chance for me to run away." "From your family?!" his tone raises. I stopped. I wanted him to understand. I wanted him to let me go to make this easier on me. "Call me selfish but there is something that you and I don't know. Something unexplainable and insane."

Zane said, "I mean you are missing a name. Someone from before Katia. Before Delia. Someone from earlier in your life who might have a reason to want you exposed, humiliated, or hurt through the women closest to you." I looked at him. "I have already gone through every rival I have," I said. "Every man who has ever tried to undercut a deal, every competitor who lost a contract to WEG in the past decade. None of them fit. This is not about business." "That is my point," Zane said. "You are looking at business enemies. What if this is not a business enemy at all? What if it is family?" The word landed heavier than I expected. "My family does not have enemies," I said. "My family has never need

Then he looked at Rain. "When I was young," he said slowly. "Before I was old enough to be in the pack properly, my mother used to tell me stories about Lena's family." He paused. "Not bedtime stories. The kind you tell children so they understand where they come from." He looked at the table. "She talked about a bloodline in that family. Said it surfaced once every few generations. Said when it did — the wolf that carried it was something different from anything the pack had seen." "Different how?" Damien said.

“I’d rather die than wake up in my enemy’s house.” That made her smile disappear. “My family is not your enemy,” she said immediately. I laughed harshly. “Everyone is suddenly saying that while acting exactly like enemies.” Her eyes studied me carefully. “Are you angry?” “No,” I snapped. “I’m thrilled.” She ignored my sarcasm. “You don't have to see me and my family as your enemy,” she said. “What?” Her voice softened. “We know everything about you.” That made me completely still. “Your curse. Your family. The failed ritual…”

Without our father's presence, my brother was always untamable and his anger was like a wild animal that could not be controlled. "I told you not to go near Anthonio," Bobby said, his voice stern. "His family is our enemy, and it is forbidden for us to associate with them." "But I love him," I sobbed, my heart breaking. "I can't just stop loving him." "You will learn to love Fernando, your betrothed husband," He replied, his voice unyielding. "He is of noble birth, and his family is allied with ours." "Why must you always insist on having things your way?" I demanded, my voice trembling with anger. "I am not one of your pawns to be controlled and commanded. I am your sister, and I deserve to

Emily On the entire drive back, I just had a sentence of thoughts running through my mind. “One should never fall in love with a woman from a warring family.” I stare out the window, letting the words repeat themselves. I know that’s what happened with Enzo, but it’s not necessarily true with everyone. My thoughts drift to Felix. Unbeknownst to him, this makes me his enemy. My father, Fronzo Battaglia, and Felix’s family go back a long time - and none of it is good.