Romance Book Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.

“He’s our enemy. We’re here for revenge. Why do you always drag me into trouble?” 'There’s nothing harmful in having sex with a hot, handsome stranger,' she replied. “Brant is not a stranger—he’s the enemy! And you won’t do this to me.” 'Didn’t you feel that connection? He’s—' “Don’t you dare...” I cut her off sharply. “Let’s just get ready to sleep.” *** I woke up early despite having gone to bed late. My thoughts the night before had been filled with Brant and the tangled, complicated feelings I had toward him. But no matter what, I’m still getting my revenge.

After, they lay pressed close, hearts racing, bodies warm and spent. "This complicates things," Muna said finally, her head on his chest. "Everything about us is complicated." His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder. "But maybe that's not entirely bad." "How can you say that? We're enemies who got married for business. Now someone's trying to destroy us both, and we're..." "What? What are we, Muna?" She couldn’t answer. The truth was too dangerous to admit. They were meant to hate each other, meant to plot each other’s ruin. Yet here she was, lying in his arms, feeling safer than she had in years.

She didn’t even give a damn about the fact that my men were behind me. If anything, I know she’d go for my head given the chance. It was amusing. And also annoying as hell. Amara had been my rival for as long as I could remember. It dated as far back as when we were kids. It wasn’t just an individual rivalry though. This was a family rivalry. The Vitales and the DeLaurentis’ had been at each other’s necks for decades. Our rivalry was something born as a result of it. Even now that I’d taken then position of Don, it didn’t mean things would end just yet. I hated her and she hated me just at much. I hated her father Viktor and the rest of her brothers. Nothing could dissolve or change that. Th

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With crossed legs, I was flipping through the pages of the romance novel I was reading but I wasn't going past the first few paragraphs which I had re-read more than three times. The words blurred before my eyes for the third time in less than ten minutes. I wasn’t even following the story anymore. My eyes might have been trained on the book, but my mind was elsewhere. It had been a few days already but my mind was still consumed by the memory of the event I had attended with Finn. Correction: the event I walked into alone, after Raiden asked me to. Letting out a low and soft sigh, I threw the book on the low table, adjusting myself on my chair.

"Then we make one. We fight back. We burn it all down if we have to." I looked at him, really looked. He meant it. The chaos, the blood, the cost—he’d burn it all for me. "You're in love with me," I whispered. He didn’t even blink. "I am." I didn’t know whether to cry or slap him. So I kissed him instead. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t clean. It was angry and desperate and messy and real. Our teeth clashed. Our hands gripped like we were scared the other would vanish. And maybe we were.

A ring she remembered from long ago… worn by a man loyal not to Luca, but to her father. There’s a traitor, she thought, heart pounding. But maybe not just in Luca’s ranks. Maybe there was a traitor even closer. Maybe the Romano family wasn’t coming to save her. Maybe they were coming to silence her. And if that was true… She would have to choose. Loyalty to her bloodline. Or loyalty to the man she had started to love against all odds. Either way, the cost would be everything. ⸻ Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, a phone call ended.

To my horror, one tear escaped my right eye. This was why I was being terrible to him. My instinct was to push men away just to watch them leave. Only Flinn hadn't left in the six days we'd been back in touch. Yet. But I already knew he'd face this challenge head-on. That was just the sort of guy he was. He never shied away from difficult work. He brushed my tear away with his thumb. "Someone told me enemies-to-lovers tropes have the best sex." He drew his thumb into his mouth, tasting my tear. "That someone is smart," I growled. He nodded. "Sexy too."

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