Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.

“She did not only snatch the family’s fortune but also my husband’s fortune. I want to destroy Rosy and get back my daughter’s inheritance. Connor Foods, the properties, and money belong to Emma, not Rosy. That bitch snatched away everything and left us with nothing.” The way Karen reacted as she explained made me pity her. “That bitch has certainly taken everything away from us, we have to get everything back!” Loretta growled in annoyance, rubbing Karen’s trembling hands. “And to do that, we have to work together,” Mariano said, his eyes fixed on me. I glanced at their faces and shrugged slightly. An enemy’s enemy could turn out to be your friend. They will be my friends until our common e

Suddenly a dangerous thought enters my mind: does this have anything to do with me? I shake it off before it can take root. I pause by a table of orchids, my fingers skimming a leaf I don’t see. “But how? How do Vincent and Luzia even—” I wave a hand, searching for words. “You know.” Marco tips his head, lips curving. “Did I give you any romance books yet?” I squint at him. “What does that—” “Enemies to lovers. Classic.” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, because betrayal and blood feuds really set the mood.”

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.

"La Napolitana. 5 de Julio Avenue with Bella Vista Avenue." The officer nodded. "I know what it is. Tell me something, does your girlfriend have any enemies? Any ex-boyfriends who want to take revenge on you? Family problems?" I stood without answering him for a couple of seconds. "She has no enemies," I answered, gropingly, because I was sure that indeed she did, there could be no one who hated her. How could a person like Olivia have enemies?

SUSAN'S POV, Ever since my last encounter with Antonio, he had avoided every form of conversation with me, including ignoring my texts, The fact that he didn't want to see me greatly annoyed me, tired of his efforts, I knew I had to do something, there was no way I was going to settle for rejection and let him be without trying my best to make sure I had him all to myself, As I pondered on what to do in the cool of that evening, my smile broadened at the thought that crossed my mind, since I had found out about his little lover, I knew breaking them apart was going to earn me the ground I was looking for

Dexter wished and went back to lie on the bare floor. He tried forcing himself to sleep, but it wasn't just working. He often finds his eyes widened at every attempt to shut them. _______ Romeo sneaked back to his office after a narrow escape. Now he's certain that Rhoda still has issues with him. At some point, he thought that she would be ready to make peace with him. "Now I know who my real enemies are. Rhoda is a mother fucking hypocrite. I have got to be careful next time," he advised himself after clearing his desk.

I forced myself to still, my breathing ragged as I stared at her. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I finally rasped. Kaelie’s lips trembled. And then, she said the words that shattered everything. "He’s working with the enemy. He’s working with a mafia gang." The floor beneath me might as well have cracked open. My vision blurred with fury and disbelief. "You’re lying."

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—"