Romance Book Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

Zaria The look of hatred in Tristan King’s face is so potent that it feels like it’s burning me from inside out. I try to take in a deep breath, but it’s impossible. I force my body not to tremble in front of him even though I’m terrified by his words. Revenge. Tristan King is back and he wants revenge. And I’m his main target. I stare at him in silence. His face is as hard as stone, dark hair styled and slicked in a way that makes it look magnetic. His grey eyes burn with anger and hatred for me, chiseled jaw clenched so tight I wonder if he won’t snap it into two.

I could use something boring to make me sleepy. Not that romance novels were generally boring—I just didn’t think any kind of fictional love could live up to what my parents felt for each other. The bar was set far too high. Great. Now I was thinking about them again. I guess it didn’t matter as long as I wasn’t blowing up at the mention of their relationship. I still believed love made them weak, though. That was no exaggeration. How else would a man as smart as Romanos Giannelli lower his guard down enough for his enemies to know exactly where he would be? If only they didn’t have that vow-renewal ceremony.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.

* 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."

Maze glanced at Ryan, subtly turning her neck over her back, sighed, and then look forward to finding something at least interesting to read. Maze rummaged through some book of romantic genre, which she was just doing in the thought of passing her boredom. "Romance...Hum.... Boring," Somebody spoke to her side, making Maze flinched as the book in her hand was about to fall on the ground. But the lady had sharp speed, as she caught the catch before it can reach the ground. Maze widened her eyes in shock and admiration at the same time. But she was not at all happy to hear such remarks from a stranger, and her eyes lit up with annoyance.

Patricia suddenly fell silent, terror on her eyes, as she was about to say something she knew she would regret. "Did you loved someone?" Asked Flora, seeing that the woman wasn't replying, she understood something, it might be considered a forbidden thing. "We don't condemn love, we embrace it, Elia and Andrew are a couple, Alexa found her mate in a vampire and even Truman and Charles declared to each other the love that they have." "Yes, I loved someone, back at the camp, Schirouca, we weren't allowed to have a love for each other, as the females were considered the property of the Alpha."

He mocked and stopped me by placing his hands on my arm and turned me around to face him. "It's none of your business!" I spat at him. There was no way I'd tell him he was the cause. The brute would probably celebrate. He raised his hands in mock surrender and backed away a little. "Damn Waters calm down I'm not your enemy here." He vocalized. I glared at him. "You're still my enemy Ace and nothing is changing that. As soon as we put Robert down I'm putting you down next." He chuckles clearly amused at my words. " Will you be putting me down on your bed or mine? Didn't know you're the dominant kind."

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Matteo’s breath stilled. Ezra opened his eyes. “But this ends with me walking away.” Matteo inclined his head. “We’ll see.” Ezra turned toward the door. Behind him, Matteo whispered, “Welcome to hell, Ezra Roman. We’ll see how long you pretend not to know me.” — Ezra expected the door to slam behind him since he’d practically flung it open… It didn’t. Instead, it closed with a soft, final click that sounded far more ominous and it irked him.