Novel & Cerita Enemys To Lovers

From: Lyza Yang To: Samantha Lee Sam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight.

The eyes of the giant wolf shone and no sooner a blinding light engulfed them. Elva woke up with a loud gasp, her ragged breath was resonating in the whole room. "Hey, hey you are alright. I am here, you are fine now" the man beside her held her shoulders to stop her from running. She faced him, tears streaming from her face, she jumped on his arms "We're mates, you are my mate Emrys! You are!" She sobbed loudly, the pain of waiting was too much, she wouldn't want it to be anybody else but him. "Yes baby, you are mine forever. Mine!" He rubbed her back, he was too happy to find that out. "You, you knew it didn't you?" She wondered, seeing him not as shocked as she was. "I had a suspicion" he

"As far as we're concerned, this is the first case of a Werewolf and Lycan being mates. Mabel may not be Lycan, but she's family- *and* she happens to be re-mated to a Werewolf. If anything, this proves that there are Werewolves and Lycans out there waiting for soulmates who may be on the other side of the war." "Plus, Ryuu and Faye are perfect examples of the Werewolves who want no part in the war and want it to end. To put it simply, you four are basically ambassadors for the unity front." Emris nodded, then clicked his tongue. "And we become ambassadors by playing lovers?" "I know you're being condescending, but yes." Gwen rolled her eyes. "What makes you think this won't backfire? Love b

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,

“Huh! Ryan, what do you mean?“ He looked shocked at my confession. “I remember last time you told me you love me but I couldn't say a word. But now, I can say it , I wanted to, and I will say it again. I love you Ethan! I love you! I love you! I love you!....” I continued chanting placing kisses on his face as he tried to run from them. “That’s enough Ry, I love you more..” “No! I love you!!” I screamed jumping up on him.

Brad cut Zayne off mid-sentence and said impatiently, "I promised you I'd let you see your lover, didn't I? Well, here she is, right in your arms. "You do know I'm not running a charity here. You're a funny one, young man. I've decided to sell all three of you together. You can all reunite in hell!" Reagan's smile froze. Thinking of the torture she would endure at their hands should she stay, she shoved Zayne forward and pointed at him frantically.

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.

"What happened to me wasn't an accident, indeed. This was done by my lover." I held my breath. The blonde's eyes filled with water and I saw that her left eye didn't wait to tear. She scrunched up her face, and hissed, it hurt. She immediately wiped her bruised cheek. I looked at Carl and he was still, attentive to her words. "Well, lover... We're nothing serious, never were. We always had encounters... I don't know how to say it." «Furtive», I thought. I preferred to throw it in my head than to release it there.

He looked at the silver pumps and said, "They stay" Falling to his knees, he pushed her legs apart and asked a question he wouldn't have asked had she been sober. "How many lovers did you have when we weren't together, Em?" "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours" he smirked. She wasn't drunk enough to fess up but if he wanted to, he could coax it out her. Leaning closer to her center, he spread her open and licked her length... *****************************************