Best Enemies To Lovers Romance Novels & Stories

"Why?" "Because I don't want foolish feelings to ruin our friendship. You and Lana are the only close friends I have. I can't afford to lose any of you. You've helped me through this whole divorce drama. I don't know what I would do without the two of you." "People can be friends and lovers at the same time, you know?" He smiles. "And I think it's the best type of love. In books they call it, the friends-to-lovers trope. It's actually my favourite trope."

But, considering she was marrying the alpha of our pack, you couldn’t expect any less. The exact alpha–who, until last week–had been my boyfriend for five years. Until last week, I was convinced he was planning to propose and claim me as his mate. Until a week ago, I bared my soul to him while he secretly prepared to choose someone else as his mate, as I wasn’t deemed fit to rule by his side as a luna. “You don’t have a wolf,” his voice cut through my thoughts, resulting in heat pressing behind my eyes. “And you’re too much of a wild card to rule by my side. Sorry, Lana, I hate to say this. You’re not made to be a Luna.”

She was afraid our relationship would break the bond Martin and I shared and being I was her best friend Monalisa's ex, it would cause enmity between them. Monalisa was my first love and everyone around us knew how much we loved each other. We were inseparable until one fateful night when everything changed. Martina loved and respected Monalisa so much that she pleaded we make our relationship secret until she was sure of what to do. The news of Monalisa leaving the gang suddenly with no prior notice made everyone worried. That was the last time I set my eyes on her. Martina agreed to marry me after Martins gave us his approval and she was my best decision in life.

“Oh… good luck, want me to help you, I suck at it though, but I can try and help.” “Hmmm… wouldn’t that be nice,” he plants a soft kiss on my lips, “yes help me,” “Well how can I help when you are… Heath” I call his voice softly as I feel his hand under my shirt. “Let us try it, you and me, try this whole painful and beautiful love thing” he continues to kiss all over my neck, “I might have some cheater genes in me, but I swear to be loyal to only you. Hell, one day we might even rival the Eastons.’”

"so tell me who you met" "I met her"said ben. "Met who?". asked emma. "Your sworn enemy lover". "Oh.now I get it.that's why you were confident". said emma as she figured out who the male met."so you met my dear friend mirabell".it wasn't a question. "Yea but she didn't seem to recognize me". said ben."you are surprised right?".Ben looked so hopeful that emma didn't want to break his heart. "Fine.you get $50". said emma rolling her eyes.

After, they lay pressed close, hearts racing, bodies warm and spent. "This complicates things," Muna said finally, her head on his chest. "Everything about us is complicated." His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder. "But maybe that's not entirely bad." "How can you say that? We're enemies who got married for business. Now someone's trying to destroy us both, and we're..." "What? What are we, Muna?" She couldn’t answer. The truth was too dangerous to admit. They were meant to hate each other, meant to plot each other’s ruin. Yet here she was, lying in his arms, feeling safer than she had in years.

He prevented a catastrophe. Derek Marble promised to return to the capitol soon, but his return was not the interest in people's hearts. Deep down, everyone wondered what it was that Malcolm had whispered to me. Nobody had heard the words he spat in my face. What was said between the two brothers? Everyone knew that our brotherhood was nothing but ambitious rivalry and fuelled hatred. That was the way it must be. The two sons of Alpha Denver must compete among themselves. Only the strongest, only the most ruthless, only the most worthy must rise to the helm of the sunfyre pack. We were born to be enemies, not whispering buddies. Lysandra came quickly and asked me questions, wondering what wa

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

I could feel the two of them—the broken star and the vengeful critic circling each other in the dark. The tension between them was palpable, a physical charge that hummed through the penthouse. I’d planned for proximity. I’d planned for a certain level of… shared trauma to bond them. It made the story better. The Enemy to friends arc was a bestseller for a reason. But Anya was starting to look at him with something more dangerous than professional curiosity. And he was looking at her like she was the only thing keeping him from drifting into the abyss. If they united against me, it would be messy. Not impossible to handle, but messy.

My mind was whirling. Before I could say a thing, Geoffrey hopped out of the car and came around to open my door as if Nevi wasn’t even there. He helped me out of the car and then turned to face my angry lover. This was the first opportunity I had to see these two powerful opponents together. Nevi was a good five inches taller than Geoffrey, but what Geoffrey lacked in height, he compensated with brawn. He looked like a bull next to a sleek race horse. Both men had handsome features. Nevi’s was like a perfectly chiseled Greek statue. Geoffrey was the rugged cowboy type you rode off into the sunset with. Had I not already fallen in love with Nevi and had these two been placed before me and I’