Enemies To Lovers Romance Novels & Stories

"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?

“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m that Mira. The one Cross used to spend his nights with.” My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to keep my expression blank. “I don’t give a damn who you are.” Mira let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, but you do. I can see it in your eyes. You’re bothered. I mean, imagine—your big, bad mafia lover used to be mine.” I clenched my fists. “You’re wasting your time.” “Am I?” She took a step closer. “Cross and I had a history. Passion. Fire. Everything you think you have with him? I had it first.”

I said with a small smile. He rolled his eyes and walked off. I kept reading. My heart was still beating fast...not from the storm, but from the part of the book where the main character was surrounded by her enemies-turned-lovers. And the fact she wanted all of them, and not just one. I was thoughtful of how a normal human would want to settle with many men, could she be able to understand and satisfy them? But so far so good in the book, Elise has been doing a wonderful joh satisfying all men and showing she really wants all of them even if it was hard for them to accept most especially because of the feud between Dante and Ryder, and the sight Gabriel had seen of him being just mated to E

But the one thing their parents could never have predicted was their trajectory: drifting apart, falling in love, and then drifting apart again, into what some would call a toxic, enemies-to-lovers dynamic. That's what everyone saw from the outside. But at this moment, Cordelia's hands were braced against David's short hair as he licked her clitoris. Her moan was muffled by her own hand as he pulled back and then flicked with his tongue, for some reason, they had begun what could only be called an enemies-with-benefits arrangement. And this is how it all started.

Kyle POV Everyone was almost done packing when I walked over to Marco and Ethan. They were pretending to be checking their bikes but basically gossiping like old women. “Yo,” I said, lifting a hand. Marco looked up instantly. “Ahh, the lover boy is here.” He turned to see Champ a few feet away, “but I guess he's already leaving us.” Ethan clicked his tongue. “Imagine picking your boyfriend over your best friends. Kyle, you san do better, that's a big shame.”

“Let me guess, one of the girls has been the other's girlfriend, right? Only rivalry over some pussy can get guys this riled up.” I stare at her, but her bright grin doesn't even falter. “Nope. Good guess, but completely off.” The waitress taps one lacquered nail against the wood of the bar. “That's weird, really, because I remember you two being pretty tight. I mean your friend's Jasper Whitlock, and you're Edward Cullen.” I'm not even surprised that she knows Jazz, I wouldn't even be

I cursed at my moon goddess for having to put us through this! I was so enraged at her when I first realised my mate was in fact a vampire. Why us? Why wasn’t my mate another werewolf like every other wolf I know? Why had I never heard of this kind of bond before? No one had ever spoke of a vampire and werewolf being mates in all our history. This shit just didn’t happen.

"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.

“In the end. Juliet takes potion that makes it look like she’s dead, so she doesn’t have to marry someone else. Romeo believes her dead and kills himself. She wakes, finds him dead, and kills herself too.” “Fucking hell,” Reid’s eyebrows lifted. “And that’s the world’s greatest romance that everyone raves about?” Jasper laughed. The lights dimmed, and the noise around them changed pitch, everyone’s eyes focusing on the new ring that had been prepared. “Are you ready?” Someone announced over the speakers. “Yes!” The crowd called back. “I can’t hear you?” “Yes!” was screamed. Jasper laughed; the sound hidden amongst the scream. “Then let us begin!”

Now do you see why I can't fathom being with my childhood enemy? The idea of a romantic connection with Max was abhorrent, and I couldn't picture myself being his mate. I'd rather face the possibility of a mate-less future than succumb to the irony of being entangled with the one person I'd spent my life avoiding.