Enimies To Lovers Books Novelas e Histórias

They are so beautiful, even when frowning. “Well, you told me warlocks and witches are your natural enemies. So, I am basically your enemy”. “Of course not, my love!”. Aiden exclaims, his frown being replaced with the cutest set of puppy dog eyes. “Only those who have harmed innocent people are our enemies, baby girl. I don’t give a f*ck which species they are, even if they are dragons. But never you, baby girl. Never. You could kill off every living being on the planet, and I would still love you”. Asher adds, and we all freeze at the same time.

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,

The way he looked at me sometimes, as if there was something more than just hatred and rivalry between us, made me question the narrative I had always believed. But those moments were fleeting, disappearing almost as quickly as they appeared. And now, this marriage, this arrangement, wasn’t about love or even mutual respect. It wasn’t about anything good or noble. It was about power, control, and, above all else, revenge. And I was just a pawn in the game, a piece to be moved and manipulated according to Lucas’s grand design.

My hand slid around to circle her clit again. “Come for me,” I growled against her ear. She shattered—walls pulsing, crying out, body shaking against mine. I followed—deep, hard, groaning her name as I spilled inside her. We stayed like that—panting, joined, wind whipping around us. Then I pulled out. Disposed of the condom. Turned her in my arms. Kissed her softly. “I’m not your enemy, Mira.” She pressed her forehead to mine. “I know.”

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

My chest ached, my stomach twisted, and I found myself wondering why he had to be like this— Calm, untouchable and infuriatingly… perfect. I stomped my boots on the pavement, trying to release the tension, trying to get my thoughts in order. I had to stay sharp. I had to focus. And yet, even as I made that promise to myself, I knew I would be replaying that smirk, that casual glance, over and over again, long after the crowd had gone home. I can't say he was always on my mind because I had feelings for him— The truth was he was always on my mind because I hated him and was always looking for means to kill him.

After, they lay pressed close, hearts racing, bodies warm and spent. "This complicates things," Muna said finally, her head on his chest. "Everything about us is complicated." His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder. "But maybe that's not entirely bad." "How can you say that? We're enemies who got married for business. Now someone's trying to destroy us both, and we're..." "What? What are we, Muna?" She couldn’t answer. The truth was too dangerous to admit. They were meant to hate each other, meant to plot each other’s ruin. Yet here she was, lying in his arms, feeling safer than she had in years.

My hands twitched, aching to rise, to touch him, to pull him in. Then his eyes dropped to my mouth. The breath rushed out of me. He was going to kiss me. I wanted him to. I hated that I wanted it. Without meaning to, I leaned in, my body betraying me. “Liam—” I whispered, but it came out too soft, more like a plea than a warning. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing mine. Heat poured off him, making my knees weak. In the mirror behind him, I caught my reflection, the emerald gown hugging me, his tall frame looming over me and reality hit me. This wasn’t just about me. This wasn’t just about want. He was the enemy. The man I swore to destroy, not crave.

Because in that second, the air between us turned electrified, dangerous, impossible to ignore. Her lips curve in a smirk as if daring me and I fell for it. I leaned closer, so close I could see the flecks of silver in her stormy eyes, so close her breath fanned against my lips. My pulse hammered in my throat, every part of me screaming to close the distance. She didn’t pull away. Her gaze moved to my mouth, and at that moment, she wasn’t the Caruso heiress, and I wasn’t the Valenti heir. We were just two people caught in something far more dangerous than family wars.