Romans & histoires You're Supposed To Be Enemies

Thorne would kill me if I even thought of that. The enemy of my enemy. "I'm with you," I said firmly. Because the enemy of my enemy might not be my friend. But right now, he was all I had.

It all started at school, with a fight over something small—something that shouldn’t have mattered. But somehow, it changed everything. From that day on, we weren’t just classmates. We became enemies. After that, every interaction felt like a battlefield. We avoided each other when we could, but school had a way of trapping us in the same hallways, the same classrooms, the same group projects. Every glance, every word, felt like a challenge.

I hear purrs and growls agreeing to what I said. “And by taking what is ours we need to eliminate the enemy. Most of you my get think our only enemies are the fated mate of a girl and her child but no. From today, Kael is an enemy too” There is an uncomfortable silence and I understand because Kael was mightily feared. “So we eliminate Kael right?” They chorus a yes. Some half-heartedly. I nod and pace towards the center.

Jaw tight. Chest heavier than it should’ve been. “…yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “Guess we’re back to enemies.” But even as he said it— It didn’t feel the same anymore.

Esson said with a smile. Mr. Jimmy put out his cigarette and looked at Diego and Esson one by one. "Sit down, we'll talk sitting down," Mr. Jimmy ordered. And sure enough, Esson and Diego sat down on the sofa. They couldn't help but be ready to listen to what Mr. Jimmy had to say now. "Someone once said that the enemy of your enemy is your friend. Isn't our goal the same? Isn't our enemy the same?" said Mr. Jimmy. "Yes...I don't mind. But... this doesn't answer the question of why you called me and Diego here in such a hurry?" said Esson.

“If you want to take your enemies down, make them closer to you.” ᯓ★

My own goal was catching that bàstard. * * " Why do you trust your enemies so easily, boss?" Knife asked. Knife and I were alone outside Nagisa's house, dumping the dead bodies at a section of the house where they would be buried by Nagisa's servants. " I don't know," I said. " I crush my enemies when I make them my friend. Those was Abraham Lincoln's words. They tell you a lot about friends and enemies. A friend is good and all but he's also dangerous. He knows a lot about you. Meanwhile an enemy you make your friend has nothing against you. An enemy has so much to prove than a friend that's why I employ my enemies best."

They were close enough that she had to look up to meet his eyes — close enough that the frequency in her chest was almost unbearably loud. "Damien," she said. "Don't," he said quietly. "I haven't said anything yet." "I know what you're going to say." His voice was very controlled. "And I need you not to say it yet. Because if you say it I am going to—" He stopped. Something moved through his expression — raw and complicated and with that edge of a man losing an argument with himself. "We have a war to fight first," he said. "After. Say it after."

The question was stupid and pointless since I already knew the answer but I'd put off thinking about the baby that he keeps mentioning, and now it was glaring me in the face. I felt a growing panic and the need to escape as I put the last few days into perspective. This was all happening way too fast. For as long as I've been alive I've known that he and his kind are my mortal enemies. The enmity between the two clans is not something that can just be brushed aside in a day or two. And I am not going to be the one to get caught up in the middle of this mess. "You were there what do you think I did? I fucked you." I hate him so much.