Enemies To Lovers Wattpad Novels & Stories

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

I rubbed at my chest, scowling at nothing in particular. How the hell do enemies even do this? Work with benefits? The whole idea sounded ridiculous when I thought about it in someone else’s context. Two people hating each other so much that it somehow turned into something else. But this wasn’t some twisted romance. There was no underlying sweetness, no quiet yearning. There was just Lucian and me—two people who had been at each other’s throats for years, who had finally crossed a line neither of us could uncross.

He was never going to disappoint his lover. Lover wasn't even the right word. He had never taken the Omega to bed, and Elijah was certain he just never will. Henry had no idea what he was getting himself into. They were only ever going to be married in name and they could both do whatever the fuck they wanted. "So, your father assured me we’re taking this to the next level," Henry's eyes sparkled with interest, putting his wine back on the table. His pheromones were light in the air, causing Elijah a headache.

What a fool he was, jealousy clouded his judgment like he was some stupid teen. I stood up. “No, I found out just like you did last night, on the damn Internet,” I said. “Idris and Samira have been sneaking around for weeks, fucking while all you could get was masturbating to her photos!” I spat out. “To put it simply, they’re in love,” I declared, speaking slowly so the words would land with impact. His foolish face turned all puffy, the veins on his temple bulging dangerously. “Looks like she had her eyes set on a better man than you will ever be!" I said, walking away with a laugh.

wasn't just a nickname as well. “Because you are my mate,” he answered calmly but that only made my brows furrow. “What do you mean,” I asked confused and he gave me a warm smile. “You're the one destined by the moon goddess for me,” he replied. “Moon goddess?” I asked, perplexed. “Yes, your… my fated lover,” he added calmly, examining my expression. For a moment, the world seemed to pause. Fated lover, moon goddess, mate, everything just got mixed up in my head. I just found out that he was a werewolf and now that I was his fated lover, something in me leaped at the thought of that.

I could feel the two of them—the broken star and the vengeful critic circling each other in the dark. The tension between them was palpable, a physical charge that hummed through the penthouse. I’d planned for proximity. I’d planned for a certain level of… shared trauma to bond them. It made the story better. The Enemy to friends arc was a bestseller for a reason. But Anya was starting to look at him with something more dangerous than professional curiosity. And he was looking at her like she was the only thing keeping him from drifting into the abyss. If they united against me, it would be messy. Not impossible to handle, but messy.

He stepped closer and stopped just a foot away from where Jade was leaning against the marble island. "I miss you" Elliot whispered, leaning down until his breath ghosted over Jade's mouth. "You know when I'm around you, it's getting harder to play the role of an enemy" he said again. Jade's fingers slowly reached Elliot's chest, pulling him closer. "We could stop acting...and just tell the whole world the truth" he grinned. "And lose everything?" Elliot asked softly, a small smile on his lips. "You really want to see the look on Declan's face when we tell him his star winger and his captain are sharing a bed?" he said again.

I had spent five years convincing myself that no one could ever make me feel this way. Even Alice, if I must admit. Yet standing in the shadows of this room, with Cassandra writhing against my hips and her mouth searching wildly for mine in the dark, Alice didn't exist. The Council didn't exist. The looming shadow of Viktor Varkas and the entire wolf world had burned to ash. All that existed in the universe was the maddening friction of our skin and a primal hunger that cared nothing for who we were or the boundaries that we'd set. We were two starving wolves drowning in the same dark tide, tearing at each other ruthlessly like feral animals.

Liara replied with the answer that Theodore was looking for. "But...but mutts... Werewolves and hunters are enemies. Why did your dad marry your mom? Was she his mate?" "No. Mom wasn't his mate. It was an arranged marriage. They have a bittersweet love story, and in the end, they end up falling in love with each other really, really, very hard. And so, what if they were enemies? Love doesn't see these things. It just happens. Is someone has written somewhere that enemies can't fall in love? If yes, then there are multiple examples where the people from two world fall in love with each other, whether it's the story of my parents or the love story of Vampire queen Zendeya and her mate Benjamin

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.