Enemies-to-lovers Rom Coms Novels & Stories

About Rain sleeping in his room with her notebook on the shelf and her mother's photograph on the windowsill and her wolf still becoming what it was going to be. He picked up his phone. Called Cole. Cole answered immediately. "I need you," Damien said quietly. "Now. My office." "On my way," Cole said. No questions. Just — on my way. Damien set the phone down. He looked at the city. He had faced enemies before. Had built an empire on the foundation of loss and come out the other side. Had faced Harlan and Rook and Marcus and everything that had come with all of them. But this was different.

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.”

This man who parades his mistresses, who comes home smelling like other women, who has Cordelia hanging on his arm at every company function. "Whatever you drank tonight is affecting you," I say, trying desperately to twist out of his grip. "You're not thinking clearly." "Oh, so now you're calling me drunk?" His eyes flash dangerously. "Now I'm paranoid? Is that what your lover told you to say when you got caught?" "He's not my lover! Edward is just—" "Edward." He says the name like it's poison. "You're on a first-name basis. How sweet. How long has this been going on, Lara? Have you been laughing at me this whole time?"

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

"What do you know about the current animosity between our two packs" I stared at him, placing my own walls up. For a brief moment, I no longer felt like I was talking to my mate, instead I felt as if I was about to betray my entire pack, and worst of all, my own family. Amara brought me back to my senses, filling my thoughts with memories and images of tender moments between Grayson and I. Grayson may have once been the enemy, but he's now my mate. If I really want to bring peace to our packs I need to be honest with him, and I really have nothing to hide. I take a deep breath to calm myself before I take down my walls and look into my mates eyes, projecting an air of sincerity.

Unsettling. Ava read over his shoulder, her eyes widening. “Who could have sent this?” Roman’s expression hardened as he folded the paper once more. “We have three main enemies,” he said calmly. “Clara. Julian. Or Damian.” He looked at her, his jaw set. “Whichever one it is, I’m ready.” Without another word, he tore the note into pieces and let them fall into the trash beside the car. Then he opened the door for her again. “Let’s go,” he said.

he warned, his voice low. "Outside of this paper, you're still my enemy. We aren't friends, Zane." ​"Yeah, whatever. Enemy, rival, stranger pick your favorite label," Zane rolled his eyes, though there was a flicker of something like hurt in his gaze that he quickly masked. "But, at least around our parents, try not to look like you hate my guts. We need them to believe we’re happy so they stop poking into our business. Shouldn't fake love at least look halfway real?"

the reason I kept you away. There were some very dangerous packs out there. We have managed to cut the packs in almost half we think and most are willing to accept ne as The True Alpha But I have to marry. Ok but aren't they gunna want you to marry a wolf Tam they won't accept me. Wait she is not a wolf what the fuck man. you can you know they won't accept this she has to be your mate. He growls they will accept her she is my mate I know it. I have known since we were kids and dating. I have met every wolf in town and nothing like her the feelings I have for her must be true. He shakes his head man you would know if she was your mate you have seen me with mine and I can tell you man she is

I could use something boring to make me sleepy. Not that romance novels were generally boring—I just didn’t think any kind of fictional love could live up to what my parents felt for each other. The bar was set far too high. Great. Now I was thinking about them again. I guess it didn’t matter as long as I wasn’t blowing up at the mention of their relationship. I still believed love made them weak, though. That was no exaggeration. How else would a man as smart as Romanos Giannelli lower his guard down enough for his enemies to know exactly where he would be? If only they didn’t have that vow-renewal ceremony.

So, for everyone's eyes, I'll be your lover. - Silver, I appreciate the offer, but neither me nor you are interested in sleeping with the other. – Romeo says, tomato red with the conversation. - My prince didn't understand. I said in the eyes of everyone, I will be your lover. I enter your room, and everyone will notice that I'm not outside, but here. They'll assume things happen between us. But I'll be sleeping in the corner of your room. - Silver, do you know what happened to all the vampires who slept with my brother? They are looked at like prostitutes. Do you think I want people to look at you the same way?