Enemies To Lovers Bl Drama Novels & Stories

“Adrian and I? A good match? We are the worst match. He is the most obnoxious, cheating, controlling, ungrateful jerk I have ever met, and we are definitely not a good match.” Don’t throw stones in a glass house, Kira, a voice in my head reminded me. I haven’t exactly been faithful either. Antonio hummed. “Ever heard of enemies to lovers? Ease up on Adrian, Kira. He’s had quite the life—you’d be surprised.” I frowned. “What do you mean?”

"La Napolitana. 5 de Julio Avenue with Bella Vista Avenue." The officer nodded. "I know what it is. Tell me something, does your girlfriend have any enemies? Any ex-boyfriends who want to take revenge on you? Family problems?" I stood without answering him for a couple of seconds. "She has no enemies," I answered, gropingly, because I was sure that indeed she did, there could be no one who hated her. How could a person like Olivia have enemies?

"To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse." "In sickness and in health, till death do us part," the minister continues. "In sickness and in health, till death do us part." "If so, say I do," the minister says, and Mark has just a few more words to say before I take my turn. "I do," Mark says confidently, flashing a smile to make it more convincing. "Will you now repeat after me? I, Alyanna Romero, take Mark Hernandez," he prompts me. "I, Alyanna Romero, take Mark Hernandez."

“We’re having a family dinner tomorrow, make sure you don’t miss it.” Her boyfriend… yeah, I know him, and honestly, I don’t dislike him, he’s a good guy, he treats her well, and that should be enough, right? “Do you really love him?” I ask in the end. She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.” And that’s enough. I exhale. “Then it’s fine.” Her expression shifts immediately, relieved. “Really?” “Yeah, if you’re happy.” She smiles, calmer now. “Let’s have some wine to celebrate the good news.”

Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.

I don't give a fuck when it comes to protecting my loved ones. "This marriage," I say, locking eyes with Vito, "is over. Don't even think about marrying her." "Who are you? Her lover?" Vito doesn't flinch. In fact, he looks calm and I get this sinking feeling like I have walked myself into some kind of trap. "Yes and no. Does it matter?" I sneer. The motherfucker tips his head back and laughs, throwing me into a surprise. His eyes seem to have more light in them now.

The Next Morning My phone buzzed at dawn. Unknown number. I answered. "Ms. Sterling." A man's voice. Calm. Familiar. "I hear you got the test results." "You're not going to win." "We already have. The folder is gone. The key is gone. The truth is ash. You have nothing left to fight with." "I have my daughter. I have my family. I have a life they didn't destroy." "For now." A pause. "But we're not done, Eliza. We'll never be done. You killed our empire. Now we're going to kill everything you love."

Nathan was not the kind of person who acted on impulse, and he never forgot a slight. Shaun and Nathan had been enemies since Shaun’s first year on campus. There had never been a clear reason for it, no single argument that explained why the hostility between them had grown so intense. It had started subtly, with sharp looks and unspoken rivalry, but over time it became personal, especially when women were involved. Nathan had a habit of taking what belonged to other people, and Shaun had learned that the hard way. Emma had been the first. It had been nothing more than a bet to Nathan and his friends. He had been dared to date a first year student and dump her after three days, and Emma had

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.

Many parts of the City of Bounty Hunters was out of order and without recognition it was as it would be; monsters against monsters, beasts against beasts, the Divine Humanes against the Bounty Collector’s Henchmen and women viciously fighting to their death. “Three against one. What a perfect fight. Looks as though we are the villains here.” Dante related while withdrawing from a smoke with his speed. Followed by a woman on the Kirin charging straight at him with another marked woman standing straight with one hand gripping onto the rider’s right shoulders from behind in her full scale mail as her plume of white feathers attached like a comb on her helmet flutters as she firmly placed her ot