Novel & Cerita Enemies To Lovers Fantasy Romance

V E L I N A "And who..." he begins, taking a few slow steps toward me, closing the distance between us until I can see him clearly now, every detail of his face. He is drop-dead gorgeous... and being this close to him.. does something to my senses that I'm way too ashamed to admit. I notice how his jaw tenses as he stares down at me, the faint crease between his brows as he frowns at me... and the proximity between us... He is close enough that his scent now fills my nostrils, sending my heart racing and my head spinning as I try to focus on what's happening in front of me. He is an enemy; he is the man that has barged into my family home and threatened to kill us... just because he's the mo

Zaria The look of hatred in Tristan King’s face is so potent that it feels like it’s burning me from inside out. I try to take in a deep breath, but it’s impossible. I force my body not to tremble in front of him even though I’m terrified by his words. Revenge. Tristan King is back and he wants revenge. And I’m his main target. I stare at him in silence. His face is as hard as stone, dark hair styled and slicked in a way that makes it look magnetic. His grey eyes burn with anger and hatred for me, chiseled jaw clenched so tight I wonder if he won’t snap it into two.

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…"

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

“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.’”

He replied with a boring face, "Yeah she came with me. As we had no choice rather than to select each others as partners" I went near my friends and greeted them. They praised me for my looks. I thanked them and praised them as well. After that I went near Ananya and listened to her conversation with the guys. She was asking them to somehow arrange alcohol. As they won't find any alcohol here. I knew something was fishy. I twitched her ear and she shouted, "Ouch ouch. Hey Dia leave me, it's hurting". "Are you serious Ananya? You came in the prom and were asking these guys to arrange alcohol".

I heard Dante laugh and a deadly possessive growl worked its way up to my chest but I checked it in time and let my legs take me towards the direction of the laughing voices. A tide of jealousy surged in my chest when I saw Dante pinned by another handsome Beta wolf on a motorcycle and the two of them fraternizing with each other. He was MY MATE. Grrrrr. “C’mon, Dante,” the other dude, Chester laughed as he pressed himself further against the writhing wolf under him so that the latter did not escape. I could feel my stomach tangle in enough knots to make a twisted pretzel as jealousy was starting to graduate into hate for the unknown, charming stranger.

Brad cut Zayne off mid-sentence and said impatiently, "I promised you I'd let you see your lover, didn't I? Well, here she is, right in your arms. "You do know I'm not running a charity here. You're a funny one, young man. I've decided to sell all three of you together. You can all reunite in hell!" Reagan's smile froze. Thinking of the torture she would endure at their hands should she stay, she shoved Zayne forward and pointed at him frantically.

It's definitely that. I think about Chris Hemsworth, Jason Momoa and all the handsome actors I can remember. Letting out a harsh breath, I count backwards from ten and think of all the reasons why it is absolutely wrong to even be attracted to my stepbrother. I think about my crush, Christian Grammer. I can hear Bianca whispering in my ear, You need to get laid, Mimi. By the time Miguel opens the door, fully clothed, I've stopped hyperventilating and have totally forgotten about my reaction to him.

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!"