روايات وقصص ضمن Enemies To Lovers Fantasy Romance

Then he uncovered the body that was lying on the ground, which made me vomit. It was Dean, his best warrior, covered in blood, with a torn heart from his chest. “You must be punished”, he hissed to me. “I haven’t done anything”, I tried to defend myself. “Liar!” Beka yelled. “You are a witch, you have no scent at all, and you put a spell on my mate!” She was furious. “And a vampire, only they eat a heart of an enemy”, Amy said, furious, and that was too much even for me.

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

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

So why was she still angry? She had no right to be angry at him. She was the one getting married even if she harbored no affections for her supposed spouse. Her relationship with Brandon was ending or had already ended. There was no need for her to get angry. They were not lovers. Just two people who slept with each other. She was not attracted to him even with how handsome he looked. His brown hair and blue eyes made him stand out in the crowd. And the tattoos on his body made him appetizing. He was sex on a stick, she knew that but she could not bring herself to see him as nothing more than her enemy and also, a temporary sex partner.

"That wedding never happened, Hana. Watch the news for god sake. He just diverted them from you." "But if we hadn't run away, would he have divorced me?" "But you did," Ahmet stated. "You could become his weakness. That's one thing he can't afford in his world. After Cecilia Merrick died, enemies for Bash increased. And then there is his cousin, your father, Elio and his enemies. They could easily use you as leverage. Enzo is one of them, the guy went on a...." "On a date with," I completed for him. "I heard him talking on a call. They knew me, whoever they are, they knew me."

She proceeded to dip it into herself. This used to be so enjoyable, so electric. But now all I saw was memories of her. That weakling. That enemy. That Bluewinter. "Yen..." I muttered, not listening to myself. "What?" Lysandra pulled back. I did not think she heard me as well. The door opened with a bang. It was Sheara, Lysandra's mother. She looked so angry. Darius was peeping from behind her, probably judging us right there. "Quit this romance at once. We have a problem." Sheara said. "Runaways!"

’ Freya: ‘Again, if he liked me, he would’ve said something… I don’t know… sometime in the last decade? Inner Devil 2: ‘Girl, Romeo didn’t confess either—until he climbed a balcony! Maybe Kenneth’s just waiting for a staircase moment.’ Inner Devil: ‘Also, let’s not act like love comes before lust. Lust is the opening act. Love is the emotional encore—if you survive Act One.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘And say he doesn’t love you yet, just marry him! He’ll fall for you eventually. That’s how all enemies-to-lovers plots go!’

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

Scott's version of love was a warm blanket I never asked to be wrapped in. Adam's version was this. Cold water. Clear sight. I preferred it. "So I need a counter-narrative." "Yes." "I need someone who shapes that for me. Someone who fights in that arena while I fight in the other." Adam tilted his head. "I have people—" "No." The word came out sharper than I intended. I softened it. "No. I appreciate everything you've done. But your people work for you. They're loyal to you. I need—"