Best Enemy To Lovers Books Novels & Stories

My life’s mission—to destroy the Paxton brothers and make their lives a living hell. Haven’t I planned enough? I dragged myself back to my bedroom and locked the door behind me. Then I slid to the floor, my back against the door, silent tears streaming down my cheeks. Brant Paxton is my enemy. Brant Paxton is my enemy. He is my fucking enemy. I repeated it in my heart like a vow. A desperate vow I needed to believe. But beneath it, there was a silent plea… trying to believe again. Why do I want Brant Paxton to look at me like I’m the only woman in his world?

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

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—"

Clara James POV The deadliest enemy isn’t the one standing in front of you… It’s the one who sits at your breakfast table and smiles at you. It didn’t take me long to realize the truth: my father’s marriage didn’t give me a new mother… it gave me an enemy.

Daniel let out a chuckle beside him. "I don't think so. They hate eachother so much they want to rip eachother 's throats out. The camera translates that kind of friction into chemistry. Just let them cook" "Good, hold that pose" The photographer called out. Elliot's gaze was intense, unblinking and deep down in those dark eyes, Jade could see a faint, wicked spark of the captain who knew exactly what secrets they were hiding from everyone else in the room.

But the next Tuesday, he walked into the library and asked what I was reading. Jar of Hearts. My favorite book. He said something about reading it with me. Then he kept coming back. Asking about my day. Trading stories. I'd told him almost everything about myself... including my hypothermia. Not that he cares. But here's the thing; I've been low-key crushing on Lexter Gray since freshman year. The boy who never looked twice at girls like me. And suddenly, for two weeks, he saw me. Actually saw me… and he was not the total asshole I thought he was.

I myself have two mates. Alpha Matthias Blackclaw of the Blue Crescent Pack plans to wage war over these bonds. He's driven purely by hatred—he recently rejected another pack’s beta as his mate simply because her brother is gay. He's dangerous and plans to visit my pack within the week to broker a pact with a neighboring pack, and we fear he intends to spread his hateful ideology.

"Did you really put this on a book cover?" "What? Do you think I will let you watch another naked man in your life? No, baby. Not happening." I roll my eyes. The title read, Chasing her. I like it. The last one has a guy in the suit and behind her is a woman with bangs. The title is Billionaire's First Love. "What are these?" I laughed, taking a photo of each one of them. "This is what you both used to read. You used to swoon over them. The hero kidnapped her for a fucksake. Shalini and you have heart eyes for him."

Hell, she would feel like his whore if they slept together and he didn’t want that. Not for her. Even if he still didn’t like her much, he knew she was a good soul and he would not wish that kind of thing to happen even to his worst enemy. And worst enemy she had been. But no longer was. And besides wanting someone didn’t mean he had to like her, right?

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.”