Novel & Cerita Enemies To Friends To Lovers

“She’s not weak. She’s survived worse than what we’ve thrown at her so far.” A smile crept into the darkness. “I’m not underestimating her. I’m studying her.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. “And while she has people who love her, she has just as many who resent her. Old grudges. Quiet hatred. People waiting for the right excuse.” The first man exhaled slowly. “Enemies.” “Yes,” the second said, satisfaction bleeding into the word. “And enemies are far more useful than loyal friends. Friends protect. Enemies destroy.”

And so much more that she absolutely adored. Enemies to lovers was one she loved most, it being the one to spark that desire inside her. To have someone hate you so much, yet love you all the same... It was serene. And she wished to experience such a comfort of someone knowing all the worst parts of her and saying that despite it all, they would choose her.

"Because I've been with them for over a month, Lydia and…truly, they have principles. They are men of honor along with their friends. They wouldn't do anything underhanded." "But…" "You know what, let me introduce you to them. I'm sure you'll like them and you'll fit in." Emma said to her with a smile. Lydia frowned. "I'm not so sure about that." "Zoey and Piper are the best girlfriends one could ever ask for. It's just been me and you against….the world? But now,..now we have friends. We may not be the only ones against every other person anymore."

"The enemy of your enemy is not your friend. But they are something more useful than a friend. They are a person who needs the same thing you need for entirely different reasons. That kind of alignment is rarer and more durable than affection." * * * I know who it is before Arden tells me.

"A colleague from work." "A friend." Amiir repeats the word like it's something distasteful. "Since when do I allow you to have friends, Lara? Did I give you permission to make friends? Did I say you could go out drinking with strange men?" I feel anger flare through my fear. "Since when did you care about anything I do? You're never here. You're always out doing whatever—whoever—you want. But God forbid I have one drink with a coworker after the longest week of my life."

The look of someone who had known Lena not as a concept or a name in a file but as a real present living person — had known the sound of her laugh and the way she argued and the particular stubborn warmth of her that apparently Rain had inherited completely. His jaw tightened briefly. Then he crossed the room and extended his hand. "You look exactly like her," he said quietly. "I know," Rain said. "I'm glad." Something shifted in his expression. Something that had been held carefully for a long time, loosening slightly at the edges. "So am I," he said. They sat around the small conference table — Fenwick, Rain, Damien, Cole and Marcus. Five people connected by a web of history and loss and c

“And there are friends who do not get in each other’s way.” “Hmph,” Iva rolled her eyes. “More than half the friends betray each other when they get the opportunity. You can’t trust anyone these days. Making a friend only makes it possible to get betrayed. The chances of getting betrayed only increases when you turn an enemy into a friend. They will be waiting to betray you. This isn’t a good idea at all.” She looked at her husband. “Don’t even think about it, Gareth. The Huefner family isn’t worth shaking hands with, and definitely not after all that they pulled.”

"It's rare in your world." "It's rare in any world." He set down his glass. "I'm going to tell you something, Eliza. Something I've never told anyone." I waited. "Your father and I... we weren't always enemies. In fact, we were friends. Once. A long time ago." The words hit like a slap. "What?" "We grew up together. Did you know that? Same town, same schools, same dreams. He wanted to build an empire. I wanted to control one. We were young, stupid, convinced we could have everything."

"He only loves me as a friend Dad. Why can’t he see it? He believed that his junior loves him but he doesn’t accept me, Dad" Dad was listening to me running circles on my back. It took me a while to calm down. "Magnus, love is uncertain. We can’t impose it. It needs our heart and mind toward that person to be in love with you. I can relate the pain of one sided love but son, choose if you still want to be friends"? Dad said and I lift my head to look into his eyes. "But Dad will he accept to be my friend, still after my confession? After his rejection"? I was confused.

As the popular saying goes "The enemy of my enemy, is my friend.......