Books About Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

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.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.

Thousands of Questions whirl in my mind as I stare at the most famous person in the werewolf community. Alejandro. No matter how much I turn the situation over in my head, it doesn't make sense. What was the enemy doing in our camp yesterday, and why did he never kill me? There was a chance he spared my life because of the mate bond, but the same couldn't be said for Dane. He was the enemy and nothing stood in the way of killing him. Hence, we are not with Dane now.

She could feel heat radiating from his piercing gaze, intense and unwavering, as it locked onto her lips the moment she dared to open her eyes. "Is this what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies even closer?" The question reverberated in her mind, a breathless whisper tinged with confusion and urgency. She wrestled with her thoughts, realizing, 'He's not the enemy here or my foe; that title belongs to Sheppard Choi. Victor Choi, on the other hand, is nothing more than a captivating challenge—intriguing, unpredictable, and undeniably compelling man that could easily sidetrack her from her mission at hand.'

Clara said, and Lily's brow furrowed as she tried to think of what the goddess training centre was. ‘It must be a place where the future alphas and Lunas have their training.' She thought. “But Clara, he doesn't love me. He chose you over me. Do you think he would be choosing you if he had any feelings or care for me?" She asked her, making her freeze for a moment. “That doesn't mean both of you are not seeing each other." Clara replied, making Lily groaned frustratedly. All her efforts to explain to her that there was nothing going on between Alberto and her was in vain. It was like she was completely consumed by jealous.

Wearing her pink pajamas that Candy gifted, Fiona sat next to him on the sofa. “That was expected.” She eyed his laptop and smiled wryly. It was full of blueprints. “I think my uncle and step mother are lovers. I have proof of them seeing each other, but nothing sexual. They are very careful.” “So you think… your step mother killed your mother and then she worked with your uncle to kill your father?” “Sounds evil?” Fiona smiled. “Not evil enough.” When she was in Mexico helping out someone from the cartel, she saw a woman burning her husband alive. She saw sisters killing each other. Parents betraying their own kids and the other way around.

“So it’s okay for you to hate him and talk bad about him, but when other people do it, it’s not? That sounds like a romance book grumpy main character enemies to lovers slow burn plot to me.” “Would you stop with the enemies to lovers thing?!” I grit out in frustration, internally mortified that a blush is beginning to creep it’s way into my cheeks. “Well, if you tell me the tea? I might.” And because I know nothing can stop Bibah from literally squeezing the tea out of me, and it’s just easier if I tell her what happened in the most monotonous voice I can muster, I start talking, beginning from the rooftop encounter.

he said, giving her a funny expression that caused another chuckle to tear out of her throat. “ Honestly, I don't know. Antonio is one of the most unpredictable person you'd ever meet. Witnessing their banter sometimes, I could swear they'd never like each other,” “ But….?” “ But, I've seen the way they looked at each other sometimes,” “ Right? There's some kind of pull between them,” “ Exactly. Enemies do turn to lovers, you know, but their enemies…? One can't really say. Why? Do you want them to fall in love,”

"Suzy, I trust Cindy, she loves only me." "Then why would you not want her to be with Russeli when you know she loves only you." Suzy's word made him pause for a while. "Men have a dangerous side, they become wild when they are with girls and I don't trust Russeli to be with her." Suzy smirked. "You must be included then, you are also a man." Jeffery nod, She looks into his eyes. "Then you being with me..." "Suzy." Jeffery cut her off. "It is only if you love the person, but I only see you as a friend and nothing more." He walked away and Suzy stood still stunned.

I rubbed at my chest, scowling at nothing in particular. How the hell do enemies even do this? Work with benefits? The whole idea sounded ridiculous when I thought about it in someone else’s context. Two people hating each other so much that it somehow turned into something else. But this wasn’t some twisted romance. There was no underlying sweetness, no quiet yearning. There was just Lucian and me—two people who had been at each other’s throats for years, who had finally crossed a line neither of us could uncross.