Novel & Cerita Enemies To Lovers Fantasy

However, within their understanding, only one type of poison prevailed—a poison known as Lovers' Poison. It was a forbidden poison discovered by the ancestors of the Reed family. The effect of Lovers' Poison differed from ordinary affection poisons. Unlike typical poisons neutralized by antidotes or engaging in relations with the opposite sex, Lovers' Poison operated differently. Engaging in intimate relationships did not automatically dispel the poison. Instead, it marked the inception of its toxicity. Once the poison took hold, the afflicted person would treat the person they had engaged with as if their life depended on them. The afflicted person would shower the partner with excessive lo

“Oh… good luck, want me to help you, I suck at it though, but I can try and help.” “Hmmm… wouldn’t that be nice,” he plants a soft kiss on my lips, “yes help me,” “Well how can I help when you are… Heath” I call his voice softly as I feel his hand under my shirt. “Let us try it, you and me, try this whole painful and beautiful love thing” he continues to kiss all over my neck, “I might have some cheater genes in me, but I swear to be loyal to only you. Hell, one day we might even rival the Eastons.’”

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She said it calmly and directly, the way she said everything, because dressing it up would have been a waste of both their time. "They are not coming to destroy her, Damien." She held his gaze. "They are coming to claim her. There is a difference." A pause, deliberate. "And the only thing that stops a claim is something stronger than what they want to take." The room was very quiet. Damien looked at her. Lily didn't look away. "The formal mate commitment," he said. Not a question.

I hissed angrily, advancing in his direction, hating that he kept me hanging when I thought I would get all the answers tonight. “I already did,” he said, controlling his voice. “This will be the last night we’ll see each other, Brielle.” “What?” I murmured, confused at him. I blinked at him, thinking about what I had done wrong. “Why?” It was stupid of me to ask, but I had to know. “I can’t fall in love with an enemy,” he said, staring at me intently. “Let’s just say we belong to different Orders which weren’t exactly in order.”

"Then what you're experiencing can't be love. It's not even obsession...if it were true obsession, you wouldn't even consider letting her go. What you have is infatuation. Fantasy. You don't know what she looks like, so there's a possibility that when she reveals her face, you may not even feel anything for her." He sat back. "But you know everything about your wife, don't you? Let's try this. Close your eyes and imagine your future. In the next ten or fifteen years, who do you see yourself with? Who do you see as your partner?" I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it. The future. A home. Children, maybe. Growing old. And in every image, there was only one person beside me. I opened my eyes

I said with a small smile. He rolled his eyes and walked off. I kept reading. My heart was still beating fast...not from the storm, but from the part of the book where the main character was surrounded by her enemies-turned-lovers. And the fact she wanted all of them, and not just one. I was thoughtful of how a normal human would want to settle with many men, could she be able to understand and satisfy them? But so far so good in the book, Elise has been doing a wonderful joh satisfying all men and showing she really wants all of them even if it was hard for them to accept most especially because of the feud between Dante and Ryder, and the sight Gabriel had seen of him being just mated to E

E L A R A Julian Hartmann. The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered. I don't know. The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear. If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate... I know it's insane. Completely insane.

he warned, his voice low. "Outside of this paper, you're still my enemy. We aren't friends, Zane." ​"Yeah, whatever. Enemy, rival, stranger pick your favorite label," Zane rolled his eyes, though there was a flicker of something like hurt in his gaze that he quickly masked. "But, at least around our parents, try not to look like you hate my guts. We need them to believe we’re happy so they stop poking into our business. Shouldn't fake love at least look halfway real?"

Even when we were in different classes, the air seemed charged, as if we were both waiting for the next inevitable collision. And the rumors only made it worse. People whispered about us like we were some tragic love story in progress. “They hate each other so much… but maybe it’s not hate,” someone said one afternoon. I laughed it off, but I didn’t want to admit how much the comment made me think. It wasn’t just the rumors, though. It was the way my stomach tightened when I felt their eyes on me, the way my heartbeat seemed to quicken whenever I passed by them in the crowded hallways. Because the closer we were forced to be, the more I realized… maybe we weren’t enemies by choice. Maybe we