Fated To My Enemy Novel Novels & Stories

**** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed meeting the characters of the ‘Unseen Enemy’ series. The stories will continue in ‘Enemy Outside’ (Unseen Enemy #2), which focuses on Dallas and Olivia, and which is available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to visit my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

I knows what those men would she done to me if I were powerless. In fact, there was this look in their eyes of what they intended to do to me. Why am I so hated? It brings tears to my eyes. It really doesn't matter because at this point; your enemies become friends, your friends could even become enemies. I've been learning so much about myself and my surroundings for the longest time and I feel like if I had a book, I went back to read it. It would definitely inspire me about what I stand for. And what others around me stand for.

But the thought lifts something inside my chest before I can stop it. Maybe he will help. Maybe. I roll onto my side and hug my knees, staring into the dark. I have no proof. No guarantee. Only the memory of his grip on my wrists, the rasp of his voice, and the weight of his attention. I can’t decide which unsettles me more. And for the first time, I allow the thought to take shape— What if Damon, the boy I’ve hated for years… isn’t my enemy tonight? I swallow. It feels reckless to believe that.

I always did, with a smile on my face. He trusted me with everything….everything except his heart. “fuck” i whispered, voice hoarse as my body numbed from the pleasure coarsing through my vein. My chest tightened. I shouldn't have this kind of feeling for my best friend. I knew, I tried. I stayed away for days to stop my heart from beating erratically when I set my eyes on him but it didn't work. He was my fucking mate, I knew when I set my eyes on him. I tried to avoid him back at high school but it only got worse. All he needed to do was get a girlfriend and it was enough to drive me insane.

"Is there a reason you're asking?" His thumb traced my lower lip. Gentle. Almost loving. That was how I knew I should be afraid. "Elijah Roosevelt is my enemy, Lara. He's tried to take everything from memy business, my reputation, my father's approval." His thumb stopped moving. "If I find out you touched him any more than medicine requiredif I find out you enjoyed touching himI will make you regret the day your father sold you to me." I didn't flinch. I'd learned not to.

For the first time in days, I felt as though fate had finally handed me something I could use. If jealousy was enough to make Adrian lose his composure, then perhaps it could become the very weapon I needed to bring him to his knees.

Adrian's father, Victor Kane, had seen to that destroying their empire with forged documents, whispered scandals, and debts that swallowed them whole. Blood had been spilled in the process, or so the shadows also whispered. Her mother had withered away under the weight of it all, her father left broken and forgotten in a cold grave. And Adrian? He had been there, complicit or at least complicit by blood, rising from the ashes of their downfall to claim even greater power. Celine's grip tightened on the tray as she wove through the crowd, her heart a steady calculated anger. She wasn't here to serve drinks forever. This was revenge. A step into the lion's den. She had spent months mapping the

Through the slow and stubborn and occasionally terrifying act of building something real in the ruins of something broken. Through the man sitting beside me who had chosen me not in spite of what I had to lose but because of everything I was willing to fight for. I looked at Adrian Bellington my enemy’s son, my unlikely partner, the most complicated and unexpected thing to happen to me in eight years of a very complicated life and felt the word home settle in my chest like it had always been waiting there. I decided, this time, not to argue with it.

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

And weakness gets people killed. I didn’t watch him go. I watched her. Because it wasn’t just protectiveness that burned through me. It was jealousy. Ugly. Violent. Mine. The way her hand slipped from mine a second too late. The way she swallowed hard, like her throat burned. “Friend of yours?” she asked quietly. “Enemy,” I said. “One you never speak to again.” And I meant ever. That Evening, at my estate. The snow had turned to sleet, rattling against the windows like claws on glass. Inside the study, the fire crackled low, casting long shadows against the walls. Maps lay spread across the oak table, red lines bleeding across regions, routes, territories. My world.