Enemies To Lovers Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"What do you know about the current animosity between our two packs" I stared at him, placing my own walls up. For a brief moment, I no longer felt like I was talking to my mate, instead I felt as if I was about to betray my entire pack, and worst of all, my own family. Amara brought me back to my senses, filling my thoughts with memories and images of tender moments between Grayson and I. Grayson may have once been the enemy, but he's now my mate. If I really want to bring peace to our packs I need to be honest with him, and I really have nothing to hide. I take a deep breath to calm myself before I take down my walls and look into my mates eyes, projecting an air of sincerity.

I yelled in my head and glanced back at them with a furrowed brow. Magda hits the table to pull them from their thoughts as if my wish had just been granted as she speaks. "Hey girls." She called their attention and they looked at her. "Remember, we are still just lookers and admirers, so no falling in love." She reminded them. "Yeah, we are fans," Elle said softly as she looked down at her lunch. "And haters," Dahlia added and poked her meat. "Yes, we are," Magda said. I smile when they were no longer staring at Jeffery, satisfied I turn my head to continue staring at the handsome in my front.

And as if on cue, I heard him excuse himself after giving me another peck on my lips, then hastily strode to his circle of friends that I was not fond of. I was watching him the whole time as the scene unfold in front of my naked eyes. I bet no one saw it but me. Lorenzo Gomez, my elusive bachelor of a boyfriend, sneakily kissed a woman on the lips who was not me. I smirked. If people would've learned about it, they would certainly call me a martyr or a masochist for letting it happen, and worse watching it even. But they would get it wrong. Because neither am I any of the two. That scene was never new to me anymore. I could even write a book with the long list of women he banged and kissed

My pulse quickened, and I was torn between wanting to pull away and lean into his touch. We reached his room, and I stepped inside, my eyes quickly scanning the space. It was plain, minimalistic, with black and dark décor. Everything felt so cold—completely at odds with my love for pastels and warmth. The room, like him, was a study in control, a reflection of the man who kept his emotions locked away behind that unreadable expression.

Her eyes shimmered like a dangerous yet alluring trap. To him, she was like a forbidden piece of candy. Sweet yet toxic. Even as his rational mind screamed at him, he couldn’t resist leaning in. Their breaths mingled. At the last moment, he shifted and kissed her forehead instead. Just a light touch, yet it reignited desires he had barely managed to suppress. Lena’s teasing expression deepened. Her glimmering eyes brimmed with mischief, enticing and daring him. Alaric narrowed his own, refusing to back down. A battle of wills ignited between them, both determined to outlast the other.

What did he mean? "It's your old lover's birthday. If I go there, won't it ruin the chance for you to chat about the good old days?" She pouted. That was a sweet talk. Daniel reached out his finger and lightly clicked on it. "Right now, Leila and I are only good friends. You are my wife. I hope you two can be friends too." Friend? How is that possible? Have you ever seen a rival in love turn into a friend? Enemies in love are incompatible as fire and water. They are incompatible with each other. It's the relationship that only one can survive between you and me!

Jaw tight. Chest heavier than it should’ve been. “…yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “Guess we’re back to enemies.” But even as he said it— It didn’t feel the same anymore.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

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.

The fire was now gone as I began to self loathe myself for being attracted to a man who was evil and dangerous to the core. I scrambled to cover my breast with my once discarded shirt to block it away from Ace's ogling. He glared at the material blocking him from seeing more and I almost snorted at the frustration that was written on his face. "What the hell is your problem?" I snapped. Feeling flushed from the heated moment a while ago. " Did you fucking forget about rule number two? Want me to refresh your memory?" I continued to argue. I hated letting my guard down, especially for him when no one else accomplished that before.