Bucky Barnes X Reader Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

The memory of the ceiling of the healers' building and what it had cost to wake up and find my territory reshaped around me while I'd been down. "Nobody threatens this pack." My fists were clenched. I didn't uncurl them. "And to come here — to come into my territory, to do what they did — to defile me? Me?" I looked at the table, at the faces around it. "Kael Blackthorn does not get defeated. And any enemy of Kael Blackthorn—" I breathed once, slow and hard. "Is set to face his wrath." The room was very still. Nobody said anything.

"The Alpha wants to see you in his room." My heart did a weird little flip. I nodded and told her thank you, but the second she closed the door, a heavy wave of guilt washed over me. Today was the first time he’d ever invited me into his actual bedroom since I arrived at the Blackwood territory a week ago. Honestly, looking at it logically, I shouldn't even be honoring that invitation. I shouldn't be giving him the time of day. This was the exact same monster who had murdered my boyfriend, Marcus, right in front of my face. He left me heartbroken, shattered, and bleeding inside, and the image of Marcus falling still haunted my dreams.

His breakfast was always fixed to eating his food, and listening to Lucas reading what was trending. Lucas performed a curt bow, clutching the tab. "Also, you father is requesting to see you and your new bride." Xander paused, adjusting on his chair, his face squishing in anger. "Go on." "Lastly, Leto Brookes is already waiting for you for the termination of the mafia of London," Lucas finally ended his speech. Xander nodded his head, finally, he had someone to inflict pain, with his never ending partner, Leto Brookes, it was weird, but Leto was someone one couldn't joke with, she was fearless and weirdly, she also derived pleasure from inflicting pain in others.

I’m the one who became quick friends with him when I should’ve become suspicious, especially after he told me about the scar. But how would I have guessed that he knew about Ryder and me? Uncle Barty throws his head back, screws his eyes shut, then pinches the bridge of his nose. After taking a deep breath, he asks, “You two kids have the slightest idea of what you're doing?” Ryder is the one who answers. “Not really.” Cassandra appears behind Ryder and squeezes his shoulder. “But we do, Barty, so we’ll help them every step of the way. We’ll give them our full support.” Her eyes meet mine from across the room. “After all, there’s nothing more inspiring than true love.”

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“That’s all you need to know.” “No,” I said, voice low. “That’s all you want me to know.” He met my gaze “She is the key to keeping our enemies off our neck. That should be enough to answer your questions” It wasn’t,Because something about her clung tightly around my mind. Something about her silence, her cold stare, that scent I couldn’t place,It lit a fuse I thought had burned out long ago,and for the first time in four years, I felt it again.That same pull I felt four years ago

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

CAPTAIN ~ I stood there, arms crossed, back leaning against the wall like I was trying to blend into the goddamn wall, waiting in front of Andrew’s apartment door like some lovesick idiot in a N*****x original. Ms. Beckett told me to confront my feelings—yeah, she probably meant metaphorically, not literally park myself in front of someone’s door like a stray cat—but still. This was me confronting them. Loudly. Stubbornly. In the form of standing here for way too fucking long.

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.

We ran into each other at the school. “That doesn’t explain the ice cream, Austin,” Benjamin snapped, arms folded tightly. “You're hanging out with the guy who is your enemy, You said it yourself he messed with you. He hates you!” Austin exhaled. He hadn’t told his friends that Brian had confessed that he liked him, not that he believes him, so what was the point of giving it any thought “His sister is friends with Lydia. I wasn’t planning a reunion, Ben. He just helped when the car wouldn’t start.”