Academic Enemies To Lovers Books Novels & Stories

Why not? “Yeah, sure,” I said. “I mean, we can be friends, right?” Liam stared and chuckled, shaking his head. “I don't want to be friends with you, Angel eyes.” My stomach dropped. “What?” He leaned forward, propping his arms on the counter. “Friends don't fuck each other, do they?” he husked. My eyes widened at his response. He leaned even closer. “Let me tell you a secret, I have wanted to fuck you since the day we met, angel eyes.”

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

Just a restaurant address and a time and that flat, certain voice that sounded like a man who was completely unaccustomed to being told no. I stood there in the alley, bag hanging from my shoulder, heart still thudding, and stared at the space where he had just been. Alexander St. James. I knew his reputation. Everyone who knew anything about hockey knew his reputation. Cold. Ruthless. Controlled. The kind of man who dismantled his opponents with pure calculation and didn't lose sleep over it. He was also Damien's enemy. The rivalry between him and Damien had been going on for years, and it was the kind of hatred that went beyond sport. It was personal which meant meeting him tonight was pos

I was livid having to relive those moments while he’d moved on with the girl that happily set my reputation on fire. “Our Apologies,” Ace rushed out while leading Brooke and himself to the nearest seats. The lecture continued but whispers scattered around the hall about Brooke and Ace. Most of them were talking about how much more in love they seemed even after what happened on the altar at their marriage, and how adversity like that only made love stronger. Pissed, I refused to listen in further because jealousy was already tearing me apart as it was. I could barely focus on the rest of the lecture because my eyes kept wandering to where they were seated.

Lucas’s smile was triumphant, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Good girl.” A shiver ran down my spine at the heat of his breath against my skin, and I knew then that this was only the beginning. The dark chemistry between us crackled in the air, a dangerous current that threatened to pull me under. I had made a deal with the devil, and there would be no going back.

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“Then mine. Take mine.” Colin snapped, “She already rejected yours!” His voice cracked with equal parts fury and fear. “Don’t you dare risk draining her more just because you can’t stand the thought of someone else saving her.” Marcus’s teeth bared, wolf snarling to life, but the healer slammed the dagger down on the table, silencing both men. “Enough!” she barked. “If either of you let pride or jealousy guide you now, you’ll kill her. Do you understand? You’re not fighting each other—you’re fighting the poison.”

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

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I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l