Good Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

I don't give a fuck when it comes to protecting my loved ones. "This marriage," I say, locking eyes with Vito, "is over. Don't even think about marrying her." "Who are you? Her lover?" Vito doesn't flinch. In fact, he looks calm and I get this sinking feeling like I have walked myself into some kind of trap. "Yes and no. Does it matter?" I sneer. The motherfucker tips his head back and laughs, throwing me into a surprise. His eyes seem to have more light in them now.

Just a restaurant address and a time and that flat, certain voice that sounded like a man who was completely unaccustomed to being told no. I stood there in the alley, bag hanging from my shoulder, heart still thudding, and stared at the space where he had just been. Alexander St. James. I knew his reputation. Everyone who knew anything about hockey knew his reputation. Cold. Ruthless. Controlled. The kind of man who dismantled his opponents with pure calculation and didn't lose sleep over it. He was also Damien's enemy. The rivalry between him and Damien had been going on for years, and it was the kind of hatred that went beyond sport. It was personal which meant meeting him tonight was pos

she explained, “and count what remains. Then we count through FLAMES, and whatever it lands on becomes our relationship.” I leaned closer without realizing it, my eyes scanning the page. I started counting mentally…funny to me. She was really keeping ne entertained. Friends. Lovers. Admirers. Marriage. Please. Enemies. I swallowed. She finished counting and froze. Her eyes widened slightly. “What is it?” I asked, my voice low. She looked up at me slowly, something unreadable in her gaze.

Nathan was not the kind of person who acted on impulse, and he never forgot a slight. Shaun and Nathan had been enemies since Shaun’s first year on campus. There had never been a clear reason for it, no single argument that explained why the hostility between them had grown so intense. It had started subtly, with sharp looks and unspoken rivalry, but over time it became personal, especially when women were involved. Nathan had a habit of taking what belonged to other people, and Shaun had learned that the hard way. Emma had been the first. It had been nothing more than a bet to Nathan and his friends. He had been dared to date a first year student and dump her after three days, and Emma had

“Good. Because I plan to ruin you every night and save you every morning.” I kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of regret, love, and determination into it. The pack outside still feared me. The healing would take years. But with her beside me—my enemy, my lover, my wife—I finally believed we might survive the beautiful disaster we’d created. This was our story. Enemies to lovers. Ruin and redemption. And for the first time in forever, I was ready to live it. The End.

I asked, the shock nearly throwing me off balance. His lips pressed together as he gave me a brief nod in response. I raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious overriding every single bone in my body. “Why would she call you?” For some reasons unknown and best known to them, Mrs. Halifax and Mr. Gibbons have been sworn enemies for a long time now. Once upon a time, they got along with each other and were friends but then one day, they cursed each other out for no reason and had since not been on good terms.

* At that moment, he couldn’t agree more. Stellan pressed on, confused. "Wait, didn’t you and Lena always hate each other? They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I thought we could be... half friends." Stellan’s gaze lingered on Alaric’s face, searching for a hint of agreement. "You’re mistaken," Alaric said sharply. "Just because I disagree with someone doesn’t mean I would use underhanded tactics against her or wish her harm. Especially not a woman. That’s nothing to be proud of."

I forced myself to still, my breathing ragged as I stared at her. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I finally rasped. Kaelie’s lips trembled. And then, she said the words that shattered everything. "He’s working with the enemy. He’s working with a mafia gang." The floor beneath me might as well have cracked open. My vision blurred with fury and disbelief. "You’re lying."

We are started out as friends, then we became enemies, before in a cheesy way love conquered all. I was broken, abandoned, abused, and bullied. But all that only made me who I was supposed to be. Their woman, their wife, the mother to our girls. I may not be a mafia princess, but they are my bikers. They are my best friends, my men, and my destiny. And I can’t wait to see what else is thrown at us because I know no matter what it is, we will come out of it on top and stronger than before. The End.

It definitely had to be from somewhere or something important, after all, he's been ignoring a few calls since made that post. "You did well," a voice on the other end said. "But don't bother with any investigation. You'll definitely be watched by some sort of enemies from now on or whoever is probably against your girlfriend. Also, for now, we won't be meeting." Edward's mind was in a bit of confusion as he tried to make sense of the cryptic message. "Enemies"? "Yes." Edward breathed out a sigh with some many things on his mind. This stranger he had met yesterday that refused to even mention his name seems to be so weird and strange and Edward could not help wondering what the reason for th