Romance Book Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

Wondering how those two will bump into each other? Well, you’re more than welcome to join them on their journey… from hate to love. Thank you for reading, for believing, and for staying with me until the very end. Until we meet again in “To Love My Enemy Husband”. With all my love and gratitude, Diti Koshy P.S. Feel free to check out my other works—especially Impregnated by the Billionaire (complete) and Madam Billionaire (complete), whose sequel is also coming soon. Thank you for your time, guys. Love you loads.

"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."

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

“It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. What it cost. What it took to correct it.” I looked at Michael Adeyemi in the third row. He met my gaze steadily. “But it’s also and this is the part I didn’t expect when I began a book about what comes after. About the particular work of building something real from the ruins of something broken. About the people who helped with that work and the surprising directions from which help arrived.” I paused. “It’s a love story, which I also didn’t plan. But the truth of the last two years insisted on including itself.”

And that was how my perfect Thanksgiving ended—with my husband planning hospital security against my romantic history, my best friend laughing herself to tears, and me wondering whether giving birth was actually easier than explaining my dating history to Lucas. Maybe happily ever after wasn't peaceful after all. Maybe it was loud, chaotic, ridiculous, and filled with babies, jealous husbands, exhausted wives, and people from your past showing up at the worst possible moment. But as Lucas wrapped one arm around me and glared suspiciously at my phone, I couldn't help smiling. Because no matter how many men had come before him, there was only one man I wanted beside me now. And unfortunately f

He stepped closer and stopped just a foot away from where Jade was leaning against the marble island. "I miss you" Elliot whispered, leaning down until his breath ghosted over Jade's mouth. "You know when I'm around you, it's getting harder to play the role of an enemy" he said again. Jade's fingers slowly reached Elliot's chest, pulling him closer. "We could stop acting...and just tell the whole world the truth" he grinned. "And lose everything?" Elliot asked softly, a small smile on his lips. "You really want to see the look on Declan's face when we tell him his star winger and his captain are sharing a bed?" he said again.

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

“So you done talking outside, and now it's me?” “Apparently not,” I said, crossing my arms. “What’s your deal? You’ve been walking around like the world ended.” “Maybe it did.” I blinked. “You’re not even making sense now.” He dropped the phone beside him. “Then stop trying to understand me and just let me be, we aren't friends anyway.” Ok, that hurt. “Ryan, what the hell happened? Did I do something wrong? If I did, you can tell me, I promise I will apologise even if you think I'm still your enemy, it doesn't change anything."

Then, the cold: the sight of my mother’s hand falling limp, the light in her eyes flickering out while I hid there, a helpless boy in a man’s world. Then the bile rose in my throat. I remembered Elena. The brief, stolen moments of what I’d thought was romance before the truth of our blood turned it into a rotting thing in my gut. I forced the memory away, replaced by the sharp, searing sting of the day I thought Darius had killed Aveline by his rejection: the day the hate became my only armor.

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,