Best Enemies To Lovers Romance Novels & Stories

“And Kaelie, you and Jonathan? Quite the match.” Kaelie nodded eagerly. “Yeah, he’s really—” Jonathan interrupted, his eyes still on me. “We understand each other in ways others never could.” I arched a brow. “Oh? Is that right?” Jonathan smirked. “Yeah. Some people just aren’t meant to be together. And some people just… settle for second best.” My stomach twisted, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I laughed. “You’re absolutely right. I mean, look at us now. Thriving.”

Instead, I lift my chin and let every ounce of fifteen years of hatred pour into my voice. “I would rather sell Laurent Luxe to the devil himself than marry you.” “You’re already doing both,” he replies smoothly. “The devil just happens to come with a very expensive ring and a penthouse on Fifth Avenue.” His date in the red gown is staring between us, confused and increasingly irritated. Xander doesn’t spare her a glance. He steps closer, invading my space the way he always does, like he has every right to consume everything around him.

"They fall in love once and stay together forever" There was a small pause. "I think that's penguins or wolves..one of those wired emotional animals" Jade muttered. Elliot looked at him. "You're drunk out of your mind" "Maybe" Jade shrugged. "I like penguins though" he said again. "Good for you" Elliot said, his eyes focused on the road. A pause. Then Jade frowned suddenly. "You know what I don't like?" "What?" Elliot asked. "You" Elliot rolled his eyes The rest of the drive went by slowly.

Scott's version of love was a warm blanket I never asked to be wrapped in. Adam's version was this. Cold water. Clear sight. I preferred it. "So I need a counter-narrative." "Yes." "I need someone who shapes that for me. Someone who fights in that arena while I fight in the other." Adam tilted his head. "I have people—" "No." The word came out sharper than I intended. I softened it. "No. I appreciate everything you've done. But your people work for you. They're loyal to you. I need—"

Basilio DiLustro, on the other hand, I devoured all I could find. One day, Basilio would become head of the New York Syndicate. And he was just as deadly, if not more, than his father. Although, he didn’t strike me as being as cruel as the infamous Gio DiLustro. After all, he caught me falling off the balcony. It was kind of romantic, if you really thought about it. Like a Romeo and Juliette kind of romance. My brows furrowed. Those two had a tragic love story. Maybe I should refrain from that comparison.

There were photos of them at an amusement park, wearing matching headbands like a couple. And there was one that made my blood run cold. It was a photo of them in my bedroom. Reagan was wearing my nightgown and kissing Zayne on the cheek. The earliest photo dated back to the second year after Zayne and I got married. My hands started trembling uncontrollably as I opened the diary. On the very first page were the words, "Dedicated to my only light, my Reagan." Every page after that was filled with their so-called "love story."

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

What did he mean? "It's your old lover's birthday. If I go there, won't it ruin the chance for you to chat about the good old days?" She pouted. That was a sweet talk. Zac reached out his finger and lightly clicked on it. "Right now, Leila and I are only good friends. You are my wife. I hope you two can be friends too." Friend? How is that possible? Have you ever seen a rival in love turn into a friend? Enemies in love are incompatible as fire and water. They are incompatible with each other. It's the relationship that only one can survive between you and me!

Yes, as you see, they were once bitter enemies, but as soon as they sense a common target, they forget their feud. Lori tries to sit up first, still hiccuping from her fun. "Meg, baby. This man is your mate. Not some random lover. He was custom-made for you by the Moon Goddess. Just touching will provide him with more than the hottest sex from an online whore. Trust me. And what you don't know, he'll teach you. That's what mates do". Although tears of laughter are still rolling down the corners of her eyes, her voice is soothing. I know she is telling the truth, even though she does not have a mate yet. Lori and Romero are still in the lovers' zone, their fate will be decided tomorrow.