Enemies To Lovers Fantasy Novels & Stories

Mae asked curiously staring at the cover, "It's called,lovers moon…it's an ancient story of two lovers that was searching for forever…it's really nice" Mathew said to Mae as she smiled and nodded, "Sounds nice…okay let's go" Mae said as Mathew started reading,his hands underneath her clothes playing with her nipples, everytime he had to turn to the next page Mae did it for him,it got to one if his favorite part,it was a sex scene between kita and Lora the two lovers in the book, "He couldn't wait as he kept ramming inside her, twisting his waist as his thrust kept becoming heavy,it was so deep that Lora couldn't stop cumming…"

I’m not used to seeing Allia cry. We must find Luke soon or else Allia will go crazy because of anxiousness. ~~~~ Third Person's POV Wizards, witches, demons, vampires, and werewolves are marching through the deserted snow going to the first mountain. It’s odd to see all of them in unity, but at the back of their mind, they are still enemies. After they will kill the chosen one, for sure they will be back again as enemies. Because enemies should stay enemies and enemies will never be an ally forever. All of them are traitors, anyway. In the end, all of them will kill each other.

He tilted his face a bit and Jer nodded. "I am sorry Mag. It’s just she never left like this. I am okay, don’t worry. I am not weak. It’s just that... I am fine Mag. I have you. And you will have to bear me in all moods got it". Jer said in a demanding tone and Magnus chuckled. "Anything for you baby". He softly captured his lips for a warm gentle kiss. "I think I have fallen for my enemy Magnus". Jeremy whispered on his lips. "Fallen deep baby". Magnus held him tight in his arms. Ghosting his lips roughly. And Jer sighed in his mouth. He knew Forth would make this night beautiful, rough and sinful. ********** Tabby

Henry “A pain in my ass...” “A mate who’s a pain in your ass,” she said, looking around, “What is out here?” The Drifters—rogue groups of enchanted evildoers who would stop at nothing to get what they wanted—our land, our women, our goods.. “You know what’s out there,” I growled, still feeling her wrapped around my cock. I hadn’t the slightest clue she could feel so good. “Eh, what the fuck are you doing?”

wasn't just a nickname as well. “Because you are my mate,” he answered calmly but that only made my brows furrow. “What do you mean,” I asked confused and he gave me a warm smile. “You're the one destined by the moon goddess for me,” he replied. “Moon goddess?” I asked, perplexed. “Yes, your… my fated lover,” he added calmly, examining my expression. For a moment, the world seemed to pause. Fated lover, moon goddess, mate, everything just got mixed up in my head. I just found out that he was a werewolf and now that I was his fated lover, something in me leaped at the thought of that.

The unfair little mate bond pulls us closer. Wanting to comfort each other. Max purred, unable to resist, and I released my pheromone. It urges us even more and my hands travel to his pants. “Are you sure?” He looks me in the eye. I rip his pants off, not in the mood to talk. “Clarissa” “Let’s just give the mate bond what it wants” I moaned out, my pussy soaking wet. He smashed his lips onto mine, the passion burning bright.

She didn’t even give a damn about the fact that my men were behind me. If anything, I know she’d go for my head given the chance. It was amusing. And also annoying as hell. Amara had been my rival for as long as I could remember. It dated as far back as when we were kids. It wasn’t just an individual rivalry though. This was a family rivalry. The Vitales and the DeLaurentis’ had been at each other’s necks for decades. Our rivalry was something born as a result of it. Even now that I’d taken then position of Don, it didn’t mean things would end just yet. I hated her and she hated me just at much. I hated her father Viktor and the rest of her brothers. Nothing could dissolve or change that. Th

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

"But... why would you do this? Why would you want to marry me, of all people? Don’t you want to marry someone for love?" He took a step forward, closing the distance between us, and I felt my back hit the wall. I was trapped, and he knew it. His hand finally made contact, his fingers grazing my cheek in a touch so light it sent shivers down my spine. "Because I can," he said simply, his voice like velvet, wrapping around me, pulling me in despite the terror coursing through my veins. "Because it will destroy your father in a way nothing else could which more important to me. Also I’ve never really been the kind of guy who has believed in a fairytale love story.”

“Let me guess, one of the girls has been the other's girlfriend, right? Only rivalry over some pussy can get guys this riled up.” I stare at her, but her bright grin doesn't even falter. “Nope. Good guess, but completely off.” The waitress taps one lacquered nail against the wood of the bar. “That's weird, really, because I remember you two being pretty tight. I mean your friend's Jasper Whitlock, and you're Edward Cullen.” I'm not even surprised that she knows Jazz, I wouldn't even be