Enemies To Lovers Books Booktok Novels & Stories

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“So you done talking outside, and now it's me?” “Apparently not,” I said, crossing my arms. “What’s your deal? You’ve been walking around like the world ended.” “Maybe it did.” I blinked. “You’re not even making sense now.” He dropped the phone beside him. “Then stop trying to understand me and just let me be, we aren't friends anyway.” Ok, that hurt. “Ryan, what the hell happened? Did I do something wrong? If I did, you can tell me, I promise I will apologise even if you think I'm still your enemy, it doesn't change anything."

"Because that woman just told you she's falling in love with you. The least you can do is be honest with her about your past... preoccupations." The way he said "preoccupations" made it sound slightly pathetic, which it probably was. "I will tell her," I said again, more firmly this time. "I promise." "Alright. I trust you," Asher said. "Now, on a lighter note, how are Mom and Dad? And Princess? Still dating secretly?" "I'm supposed to have an answer to that?" Asher asked. "I hate you," I said without any heat. "No you don't. You love me. Just like you love Kelly. You're just full of love these days, aren't you?"

That slow drag of her fingers along my shaft, the way she blew warm air across the tip—it pushed me right to the edge. “Shit… but you never tattooed any of your lovers,” I muttered, still staring at the ink on her breast—Brant, forever written on her skin. “But you’re my favorite, Brant,” she said. “And I know I’m yours. I’m not saying you have to do the same. I did it because I wanted to. Because I like it.”

“Members of moonshine city, we now announce to your new Alpha and Luna, Alpha Max and Luna Claire Steiner” The place erupted in cheers as everyone clapped excitedly. “Is this the part where we kiss?” “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, my Luna” “I want to”

My brain final clicked that I was not crying because of the book. I was actually crying because I was sad that Blake and I were fighting and we had not sorted it out. He keeps trying to apologise, but I want him to be grovelling on the floor. I focus back on the book in my hand. Anthony and Kate were amazing and they went from to enemies to lovers. That is the best romance trope there is. Enemies to lovers, they fight every time and claim to hate each other but underneath all that venom is actually passion. I move on to Benedict’s story. I have heard that his story is similar to Cinderella’s story. I continue reading the book.

Here goes nothing… “Miranda, I choose you to be my best friend, partner and my one true love. My promise to you is simple: my love for you will endure until the end of time because with you I am free to make mistakes without judgment. I’m free to learn and to grow in a rich and safe environment. I am free to laugh, and cry, and even rage when I need to. I can give and receive without debt or expectation. I am free to be myself to the fullest extent. With you, Miranda, I am finally free.” The End

Lucas’s smile was triumphant, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Good girl.” A shiver ran down my spine at the heat of his breath against my skin, and I knew then that this was only the beginning. The dark chemistry between us crackled in the air, a dangerous current that threatened to pull me under. I had made a deal with the devil, and there would be no going back.

Why not? “Yeah, sure,” I said. “I mean, we can be friends, right?” Liam stared and chuckled, shaking his head. “I don't want to be friends with you, Angel eyes.” My stomach dropped. “What?” He leaned forward, propping his arms on the counter. “Friends don't fuck each other, do they?” he husked. My eyes widened at his response. He leaned even closer. “Let me tell you a secret, I have wanted to fuck you since the day we met, angel eyes.”

he said, and let the words hang. Ezra’s pulse thundered. “For what?” Matteo leaned back against the desk. “To understand what it feels like to lose something you love.” Ezra stared. “I already have.” Matteo’s eyes sharpened. “Then you should recognize the terrain.” Ezra shook his head. “This isn’t reasonable at all. It’s spite for absolutely no reason.” “Call it what you like.” “Why me?” Ezra demanded. Matteo stepped closer.