Enemies To Lovers Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Edwin's head snapped toward her with his lips a thin line of concern, his brown eyes worried and unbelieving at the same time. Sensing Edwin's attention to herself, Alexa continued, "according to the Legends books and what I remember, the Night Soldiers are creatures conjured by a human-made spell, that brought together the best parts of vampires and werewolves, and are extremely difficult to kill. They are quick as vampires and agile as werewolves, but that is not the worst. The claws carry a poison that paralyzes and the fangs the same venom that transforms a human into a vampire, being extremely lethal to werewolves. The only way to kill this creature is with the bite of a natural werewol

Though it was difficult for him to keep them open, but he didn’t want to miss the lustful expressions scattered on the face of the man he loved most. One and then other. His legs were painted red and pink spots, from his ankle to his inner calves to his inner thighs. And Jeremy was frustrated. His boxers were soaking wet and Magnus was teasing him. He crossed his legs at Magnus’s back and pulled him on top of him. Magnus chuckled knowing how impatient Jeremy was now. "Don’t you dare tease me". Jeremy growled in his ear. He was high on lust. And he didn’t hide it at all and why to hide?

My hands twitched, aching to rise, to touch him, to pull him in. Then his eyes dropped to my mouth. The breath rushed out of me. He was going to kiss me. I wanted him to. I hated that I wanted it. Without meaning to, I leaned in, my body betraying me. “Liam—” I whispered, but it came out too soft, more like a plea than a warning. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing mine. Heat poured off him, making my knees weak. In the mirror behind him, I caught my reflection, the emerald gown hugging me, his tall frame looming over me and reality hit me. This wasn’t just about me. This wasn’t just about want. He was the enemy. The man I swore to destroy, not crave.

was the name on her forged ID tonight, a careful fabrication. She said nothing at first, simply offering a sweet, practiced smile as she met his eyes. Inside, she imagined his empire fracturing, his world reduced to the same ashes he had left hers in. Her blood sang with it. "Most people avoid eye contact with me," Adrian continued, one eyebrow arching slightly as he sized her up. His voice sound like velvet over steel, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to assess her. His gaze traveled slowly from the modest collar of her uniform to the curve of her neck, down to the tray in her hands before returning to her face. "You're quite different."

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.

"Go ahead and pose any questions." Silence filled up the room for a while and all I could hear was the loud thumping of my heart since everyone's eyes were on us. "If you don't have any question—" our teacher didn’t finish his statement when somebody from the back lifted his hand — it was the transferee. "Yes?" He stood up from his seat. "I believe that a house painted with hazier tones feels more dramatic while being intimate and comfortable at the same time. It provides profundity, dimension, and extravagance to a generally simple house, unlike the contemporary style which focuses on neutral tints."

She breathed silently, realizing those stupid wishes wandering around he mind along with the thought of falling in love with him. How? She questioned herself. Because this was not what she felt for him from the beginning. Does not remember, she hates him, so how is she suddenly fascinated by his beauty? He is a cruel monster with a beautiful appearance! Remember, the Devil has the same effect over everyone. There is no doubt that people like Hades are made by the hands of God Himself and it is beyond our limits to be enchanted by such beauty. But such infatuation can be avoided if she forces herself to remember again and again how bad he has done to her.

the reason I kept you away. There were some very dangerous packs out there. We have managed to cut the packs in almost half we think and most are willing to accept ne as The True Alpha But I have to marry. Ok but aren't they gunna want you to marry a wolf Tam they won't accept me. Wait she is not a wolf what the fuck man. you can you know they won't accept this she has to be your mate. He growls they will accept her she is my mate I know it. I have known since we were kids and dating. I have met every wolf in town and nothing like her the feelings I have for her must be true. He shakes his head man you would know if she was your mate you have seen me with mine and I can tell you man she is

SUSAN'S POV, Ever since my last encounter with Antonio, he had avoided every form of conversation with me, including ignoring my texts, The fact that he didn't want to see me greatly annoyed me, tired of his efforts, I knew I had to do something, there was no way I was going to settle for rejection and let him be without trying my best to make sure I had him all to myself, As I pondered on what to do in the cool of that evening, my smile broadened at the thought that crossed my mind, since I had found out about his little lover, I knew breaking them apart was going to earn me the ground I was looking for

Not something a regular maid would bother with, but I wasn’t trying to be regular today. He’ll be tired, sore, overdramatic—and ripe for attention. Give him kindness. Give him comfort. Let him rely on it. Affection, I’d learned long ago, was one of the most effective weapons when used right. Especially on someone like Marcus. Use love to create jealousy. Use jealousy to spark rage. Use rage to destroy. The door creaked. I straightened instantly. Marcus stumbled out like he’d just escaped a gas chamber—shirt rumpled, hair wild, and eyes glassy with mental trauma.