Enimies To Lovers Novels & Stories

"That wedding never happened, Hana. Watch the news for god sake. He just diverted them from you." "But if we hadn't run away, would he have divorced me?" "But you did," Ahmet stated. "You could become his weakness. That's one thing he can't afford in his world. After Cecilia Merrick died, enemies for Bash increased. And then there is his cousin, your father, Elio and his enemies. They could easily use you as leverage. Enzo is one of them, the guy went on a...." "On a date with," I completed for him. "I heard him talking on a call. They knew me, whoever they are, they knew me."

She says bitterly, “This isn’t for the greater good. This battle is completely unnecessary, and it’s all your doing.” Enyo shrugs, “Dear Artemis, you have always been a Daddy’s girl.” She says dryly, “And I completely disagree with your assessment. This battle is for the greater good. It’s the greatest love story of all time. The love story of Vampire Fenrir and White wolf Samara. Our two most powerful soldiers are battling for a love that should never have been.” She cackles. “She is my mate!” Fenrir argues, “It was fate that brought us together.”

"You didn't hear everything I said brother. I said we will put an end to this enmity forever. There are two ways to end a rivalry, one is by a marriage alliance and the other is by killing your enemy, you tell me brother, which do you think I mean?" Joshua's eyes lit up. "The latter?" Enzo chuckled, "You've always been really smart brother." Both men laughed forming the plan in their minds. Two lovers spent ten years thinking one had betrayed the other, but in reality, their parents enmity was the cause of their inevitable separation.

Vampires, as well as Hunters, also have these strange traits. However, these ‘lovers’ can be either their strength or their destruction. It can be the biggest happiness or the biggest nightmare of their lives. At first, they find their lovers or soul mates among their species. Then, the universe plays on their fate. Since then, some of them discovered that their soul mates belong to the enemy. Some are frustrated, give up and reject their soul mates. Some are brave enough to accept their mates, move to secluded places, and breed Hybrids that are looked down upon by the original species.

This made Ambrose excited, also making it hard for me to control him. He wanted to touch her or take her into his embrace, professing his undying love. It was ridiculous. The idea of the mate thing was ridiculous if anyone asked me. How was it even possible to fall in love at first sight? And I wasn’t planning to fall for the enemy. She isn’t just a regular she-wolf; she is also a vampire. “Our mate is a fucking vampire, our worst enemy,” I trailed off with hatred lingered in my voice. “We can make an exception,” Ambrose sneered at me, not fond of my tone.

“Oh… good luck, want me to help you, I suck at it though, but I can try and help.” “Hmmm… wouldn’t that be nice,” he plants a soft kiss on my lips, “yes help me,” “Well how can I help when you are… Heath” I call his voice softly as I feel his hand under my shirt. “Let us try it, you and me, try this whole painful and beautiful love thing” he continues to kiss all over my neck, “I might have some cheater genes in me, but I swear to be loyal to only you. Hell, one day we might even rival the Eastons.’”

Love destroyed my family; I loathe it as much as I loathe the other kind of blood running in my body. All things considered, if they find out the truth about me, I doubt that any man will be able to accept me. Who would want to be in a relationship with someone who has wolf blood? Despite the fact that it happened to my mother and father, this does not imply that history will repeat itself. "At this point, I would say that you're someone allergic to falling in love with a badass guy," she said in the midst of arranging the dresses.

The love, a fire that had been extinguished by betrayal and grief, was now a full-blown inferno, a new, more terrifying reality. The confrontation, a brutal, beautiful, and devastating reality, was not a war of words, but a war of the heart. Amara and Dante, two rulers, two forces of nature, two people who were once a single, unstoppable force, were now two strangers, two ghosts from the past, two people who were now on opposite sides of a new, more dangerous game. But the game, the new, more dangerous game, was a game of love, a game of pain, a game of a love so profound it was terrifying.

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.

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.