Fantasy Romance Books Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l

They were all that remained in the rift where the planet had been split open by the storm. Her fingers were clumsy with urgency as she pulled at his leathers. Even above the conflict, he ripped them open himself, making a loud sound as the fabric split. Biting, marking, asserting claim with each desperate scrape of teeth, his mouth followed her throat. The world vanished as she arched into him and the pillar bit into her back. It was madness—breathing him in while the hall burned with war. Madness, but necessary. They needed this—the memory of bond, of blood, of love sharpened into something primordial—because they needed it in that moment, with enemies howling all around them.

I pretend to focus on swimming, on clearing my mind, but my body reacts on its own, muscles tense, thoughts messy. After my routine, I return to my room to read, curling up with a steamy romance novel in an attempt to distract myself. My cheeks flush with every word, my pulse still too quick from last night and the memory of waking here. Hours pass, and the story grows repetitive; it no longer captures my attention. Curiosity gnaws at me. I wander through the house, silent, robe clinging to my damp body. My feet carry me almost unconsciously to the study. There, the envelope at the center of the table glimmers in the morning light. My pulse quickens. I pick it up, trembling, and tear it open

Danny demanded. "Because he likes me," I said bluntly. "I mean, look at Maia. She had feelings for you, right? And who did she try to hurt? Me. Not you. When someone's in love and gets jealous, they target the perceived rival, not the person they care about. So if Steve had feelings for me and got jealous, his target would be you, not me. That defeats the entire purpose of caring about someone. It's like buying someone a birthday present and then immediately setting it on fire. Counterproductive." Danny opened his mouth to argue, but I held up a hand.

I deliberately let one huge book slip from the pile and the female dragon warrior was quick to spring from her seat and bend down to help me pick up the book. I gave her my best flirty grin, making her cheeks taint to a flush pink. Looked like I still had some game left, but did not take the book from her hand. Instead, I swiftly threw the books at all the surrounding warriors before grabbing the girl's knife from her back and bringing it to my neck. It did not take long for all of them to show me their true colours. I laughed a humorless laugh as I watched them duck the books and make a run for me so that I did not harm myself.

“Thank the fucking gods.” I burst into laughter. “You're impossible.” I cupped his face and kissed his lips. “Are you complaining, my Luna?” he purred, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. “Would you like to change anything in our current life?” I laughed again, shaking my head. “I wouldn't dare. This is perfect.” I looked into his eyes, my fingers trailing his face. To think I had once called him my enemy. I drew a ragged breath and kissed his lips again before breathing, “Together… we are perfect.” The End

It made his own cock harden painfully against his trousers even as nausea twisted in his stomach. “No,” he whispered, voice cracking. He knew instantly what was happening. The bond. That fucking bond. His mate, his enemy was fucking someone else right now, and Elias felt every second of it. Jealousy burned through him, sharp and ugly, mixing with unwanted arousal. His fangs ached. His hands shook. He wanted to rip whoever Ronan was inside apart. He wanted to be the one under the alpha, taking those brutal thrusts. The contradiction made his head spin.

Bloodbound Trials A Forbidden Fantasy Romance of Power, Betrayal, and Desire. Under the light of a crimson moon, one forgotten secret has the power to awaken an ancient kingdom. Ariana has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary until a mysterious pendant, haunting dreams, and a dangerous stranger shatter everything she thought she knew. Thrust into a hidden world of forbidden magic, cursed bloodlines, and ruthless enemies, she discovers that her past has been buried beneath centuries of lies. As dark forces close in, Ariana must unravel the truth behind her family's disappearance and embrace a destiny she never chose. But every answer comes with a price, and every ally hi

he warned, his voice low. "Outside of this paper, you're still my enemy. We aren't friends, Zane." ​"Yeah, whatever. Enemy, rival, stranger pick your favorite label," Zane rolled his eyes, though there was a flicker of something like hurt in his gaze that he quickly masked. "But, at least around our parents, try not to look like you hate my guts. We need them to believe we’re happy so they stop poking into our business. Shouldn't fake love at least look halfway real?"

V E L I N A "And who..." he begins, taking a few slow steps toward me, closing the distance between us until I can see him clearly now, every detail of his face. He is drop-dead gorgeous... and being this close to him.. does something to my senses that I'm way too ashamed to admit. I notice how his jaw tenses as he stares down at me, the faint crease between his brows as he frowns at me... and the proximity between us... He is close enough that his scent now fills my nostrils, sending my heart racing and my head spinning as I try to focus on what's happening in front of me. He is an enemy; he is the man that has barged into my family home and threatened to kill us... just because he's the mo