Enemys To Lovers Novels & Stories

We had never heard that name before, not in any folktale. “Emrys was the childhood lover of the woman who was chosen to be death’s bride. But even after death claimed his bride, Emrys kept having an affair with her. So death put a curse on him. A curse that would force his soul into death’s slavery. So, to cheat death and to break the curse, Emrys, with the devil’s help, deceived the goddess Estoria into his trap of love and lust. Estoria fell head over heels for him and when the time came for death to claim Emrys’ soul, she bound her soul with his, forming the very first bond ever created in this world.”

She was happy with the outcome of everything weird but a relief. ‘’Who does he love?’’ emandra found herself asking. She wanted to know, she did not understand why it seemed everyone knew but not her. ‘’I think you should let them fill you in on that. Enzo is going through some hard times and so is his lover. Maybe it would be good if you never get to know as both of them have come to a mutual agreement not to pursue their feelings further’’ Paris stands up, she knew Emandra had too many questions piled up in her head but she was not the one to provide answers to them.

" I am so sorry!!! ", Emma cried because now feels guilty for thinking about him that way. " It's the first and is last time , I don't want to hear these words again from your mouth!! I love you . For me you are my woman, not a tool to fulfill my sexual desire ", Krish warned. " Krish !! Then why did you make Yolanda your girlfriend!! When you feel for me ", Emma asked. " She is not my girlfriend!! ", Krish confessed and these words were enough for Emma to give her explanation and she kissed him deeply once again. This time they kissed softly filled with only love.

Given it is a minor injury and not my first time, the pain will be kicking back when I wake up tomorrow sober. I don't know how much time has passed as I sat there watching him being his normal self until Gemma nudged my shoulder with a smirk playing on her lips. I shook my head at her. "Falling in love with the enemy huh? Classic." Gemma slurred. "Enemy? " I questioned her.

The beam of his flashlight had landed on something buried beneath mud and weeds. A gravestone. Half-hidden. Weathered. Forgotten. Celine approached slowly. Her stomach tightening. The guard wiped away years of dirt. Words emerged. Names. Dates. An inscription. And suddenly nobody was breathing anymore. Because the gravestone didn't belong to Sebastian Wolfe. Or Victor Kane. It belonged to someone else. Someone whose name made Adrian physically stagger backward. Someone he clearly recognized. Someone Celine had never heard of. ELIAS KANE. Beloved Son. 1998–2006.

I was already a whimpering mess and wrapped my hands around his neck for support. “Ahh! Fuck!” I cried out as Ronan’s pushed his thick finger into my pussy. Despite how many times it was, the fullness I felt was still the same, and I felt my legs attempting to give way as soon as he added the second finger. “Ahh, Ronan,” He chuckled at my whimpering, his head bending as he kissed my lips. “You can’t have everyone out there know that this king is touching his queen in here,” his voice was dangerously low and husky, and I found myself nodding without even thinking.

River was stunned for a moment, he was still confused about what his best friend was talking about. “So? Do you want our baby to have a miserable life? I'll ask him to change all his assets to my name, and I'll go marry you! You know that I love you, right?” This time the voice of the woman he loved, Emma, was heard to answer. Eros's brain seemed to stop working, he was still silent and not aware of what was happening. Not believing what he was hearing, Eros grabbed the doorknob and opened it immediately.

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

Otherwise. “To give it to my lover,” came a curt answer. “She is a human, and Nyter will immortalize her.” “Lover?” she whispered. That word stirred negative emotions in her. “Is she your mate?” Her breath hitched. She wanted to feel pity for him, for her, but all she felt was… anguish… jealousy? “Mates are rare. But I heard that your lover found his mate," he smirked.

“We still do not have evidence!” “The soldiers have seen him and his mate,” another man speaks up. His name is Theodorus Anderson, the Emperor of Soloma and one of the strongest Lycans in the world. It is prophesied that no pure creature can kill him because he had been given a boon by the gods themselves. As a result, Theo had murdered countless hybrids and slaughtered villages in order to find them. With striking red eyes and a heavy build, he is the most experienced warrior and even at the age of sixty, he is easily the strongest one of the lot.