Who Needs Enemies When You Have Family Novels & Stories

After all, ‘enemy’ was quite a broad word in his case. After many years of mingling around in the corporate world, the Hart Family had gained quite a few enemies—it was the same for Tony. However, as he gave it some thought, he found that those disputes weren’t deep enough to send a stalker on their tail. Investigating the identity of the enemy wasn’t an easy task, and right now, Tony’s hands were tied. On the other hand, Myra also considered her own family—it could be one of the Stark Family’s enemies as well.

"And you think you have the right to live? You think you have the right to be happy and free?" He grabbed Danny's hair roughly. "You're going to die here today, you piece of garbage. If you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. That's how our family works." He gestured around at the other men. "Look clearly if you can: these are all Finn's family members. Finn's brothers and Finn's cousins. And today we will show you exactly what power our family has." Hearing this entire dramatic villain speech, I immediately remembered what had happened when Danny and I were in Hawaii on our honeymoon.

“She’s not weak. She’s survived worse than what we’ve thrown at her so far.” A smile crept into the darkness. “I’m not underestimating her. I’m studying her.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. “And while she has people who love her, she has just as many who resent her. Old grudges. Quiet hatred. People waiting for the right excuse.” The first man exhaled slowly. “Enemies.” “Yes,” the second said, satisfaction bleeding into the word. “And enemies are far more useful than loyal friends. Friends protect. Enemies destroy.”

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

" She stopped, and I knew I had her attention. Rebel," I continued, my tone softer now, "this isn't dress-up or pretending to be someone you're not. It's power. Your enemies—the ones who took you as a child, the ones who still want you dead—need to know that you have a family that will burn the world for you." Her jaw tightened, her fingers drumming against the table. "I don't require a family to protect me," she muttered. I smiled faintly. "No, you don't. But if you have one, you don't have to battle alone."

Love destroyed my family; I loathe it as much as I loathe the other kind of blood running in my body. All things considered, if they find out the truth about me, I doubt that any man will be able to accept me. Who would want to be in a relationship with someone who has wolf blood? Despite the fact that it happened to my mother and father, this does not imply that history will repeat itself. "At this point, I would say that you're someone allergic to falling in love with a badass guy," she said in the midst of arranging the dresses.

They were strangers but they helped me a lot until now. "Bruce, you couldn't have saved them," Zack says as he lays his hand on my shoulder. Zack and Sarah are like my family now. Sarah reminded me of my mom. Always worrying about me while Zack acted like an older brother I never had. Always there. I don't know what I'll do without them around. "You don't know that. If I didn't hide... if I didn't... if I could've been stronger then maybe-"

I shoved her off my body and she didn't even show any sort of disapproval, just smiled like any other hooker would and it infuriated me. I tried to stand up but I tripped and fell back onto the sofa, the drink was finally doing its bit, and I couldn't fight it any longer. I needed to go home. I had heard countless times about how enemies of a family could play their games once there was a loophole. And there I was, a perfect loophole. But I doubted that my family had any enemies. Maybe rivalries or business competitors but definitely not enemies – or did he? I learned everything from him, and he never kept anything from me as well, I had no reasons to doubt him at all – but I did.

She called again, slightly leaning towards him with a little frown on her temple. "Have you ever thought that there could be a mole among us?" She asked. "Fabiola?" Pops called in a fatherly tone. "Yes Pops." She answered, attentively giving him her ears. "In life, it doesn't matter what you do, how rich you are or how powerful you are, even how broke and bankrupt you are, or simple and kind, or evil… you'll always have enemies. One thing you should keep in mind is that; your enemy is never from outside, he is from within. He opens the door for the thief to come in."

She asked. “Why you asked,” He said and asked her the nature of the Song family and explained it to her, “The Song family has enemies within the family, they want to cut each other’s throat to reach the top, and in the end, if you would have been with them, you might have become one of them, and in the end, you would have competed against your own biological brother to death.”