Enemies To Lovers Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

Romanov’s laugh echoed through the room, amplifying Cedrick’s terror. "I don’t want to marry Jenner." Cedrick’s voice was firm, defiant. The antagonist smiled, a cruel smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "I didn’t ask for your permission. She likes you, and you will marry her. Do you think I loved my wives?" "Neither her, nor anyone else." Cedrick replied, his voice cold. "Exactly. Marriages are just business. And this marriage will be a great business deal. The powerful heir marrying the most influential and coveted woman. It will attract a lot of attention and opportunities."

” oh so this isn't a cursory visit. “Hope you enjoyed your day. Did Adam show you around?” He asks to make small talk. “My day went well and yes, Adam did show me around,” I answered coolly. “Good! Here is a copy of the contract…” he said, pushing the folder to me. “If there is a clause you are not comfortable with you can say so.” He said leaning back in his chair. I picked up the document and nervously read through it. My eyes squinted as I read a clause that states that I am not allowed to have any relationship with the opposite for the duration of this contract, but the same doesn't apply to him.

“Not so fast, you need to give us the details on how you were able to pull this off.” “Yeah…” the others added, nodding eagerly Martin leaned back, shaking his head, “She wasn't hard to fool. I told her what she wanted to hear, played the lover boy until she agreed to become my wife. And for all I know, she believes I am the perfect husband, the one she brags about to her friends.” As the laughter grew louder, my breath ceased. Each word felt like I was being stabbed with a knife. I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt.

“Good. Because I plan to ruin you every night and save you every morning.” I kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of regret, love, and determination into it. The pack outside still feared me. The healing would take years. But with her beside me—my enemy, my lover, my wife—I finally believed we might survive the beautiful disaster we’d created. This was our story. Enemies to lovers. Ruin and redemption. And for the first time in forever, I was ready to live it. The End.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

Jade charger at him again. This time he was able to get the puck from Elliot. For just one second. Elliot stole it back. "Seriously?" Jade laughed. "You used to be better than this" "Well, I'm going easy on you" "Liar" Jade lunged again, their shoulders bumping as they fought for possession. Elliot got the puck, he weaved around Jade. "Normal couples go on a date, and that's what we're doing" Jade stole the puck cleanly from him.

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

And so much more that she absolutely adored. Enemies to lovers was one she loved most, it being the one to spark that desire inside her. To have someone hate you so much, yet love you all the same... It was serene. And she wished to experience such a comfort of someone knowing all the worst parts of her and saying that despite it all, they would choose her.

"Where did you learn to do all that stuff?" "What?" He had the nerve to laugh and reach for me. I evaded his arms and smacked them away. "Oh no you don't, answer me. How many lovers have you had?" "Too many to count, do you know how old I am?" I gave his answer some thought but I had some ideas of my own on the subject. "That's not fair, you've had so many and I've had a grand total of one. I think I need to even the score... Hey!" I'd barely got the last word out before I found myself flat on my back with a very angry vampyre glaring down at me.