Romance Books Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

Oh my sweet Lord, those eyes. Getting lost in them meant he could order me to strip and I might just do it. Eagerly. I could only imagine how those eyes would burn in the heat of passion. Dark and stormy. Consuming. I have to stop reading those smut books. Maybe switch to horror, mystery, history. Anything but books full of sex. Lowering myself down in the chair opposite his, I crossed one leg over the other and waited. My heart drummed against my ribs while I held his gaze, hiding the effect he had on me.

His dark, intense eyes trapped her in a gaze that left her breathless. With a swift movement, she unbuttoned his pants, revealing warm and inviting skin. Her fingers trembled as they touched the firmness of his muscles. At that moment, all their disagreements seemed insignificant. There were only the two of them, caught in a whirlwind of desire and passion. Their lips met again, deeper and more desperate. Her hands slid over his body, exploring every inch of his skin. The intensity of his arms pressing her body against his made her moan and protest, her nails scratching and marking his back.

Suddenly a dangerous thought enters my mind: does this have anything to do with me? I shake it off before it can take root. I pause by a table of orchids, my fingers skimming a leaf I don’t see. “But how? How do Vincent and Luzia even—” I wave a hand, searching for words. “You know.” Marco tips his head, lips curving. “Did I give you any romance books yet?” I squint at him. “What does that—” “Enemies to lovers. Classic.” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, because betrayal and blood feuds really set the mood.”

Chapter 1 (Sophia's POV) The crystal chandelier above the Grand Ballroom feels like a guillotine waiting to drop. I stand at the edge of the gala with a glass of champagne I have no intention of drinking, my fingers clenched so tightly around the stem I’m surprised it hasn’t shattered. Across the room, "he" holds court like he already owns the city. Alexander Voss. My enemy. My nightmare. The man whose family destroyed mine twice and still smiles like the world owes him everything.

Now do you see why I can't fathom being with my childhood enemy? The idea of a romantic connection with Max was abhorrent, and I couldn't picture myself being his mate. I'd rather face the possibility of a mate-less future than succumb to the irony of being entangled with the one person I'd spent my life avoiding.

"Do you need me to get you something? Beef jerky perhaps." I shake my head almost immediately. Seeing beef jerky is only going to spur more tears from my eyes. "Goodnight, Rachel." "Sleep tight, Amy." When I enter my room, memories of the first time we kissed on my bed hit me like a freight train. I'm going to regret this in the morning. My eyes move to the large package on the bed and my feet can't move fast enough because immediately I'm tearing the envelope apart. It's a large framed photograph. And laying on it is a small book. Gently removing the book from the frame, I drop it on the bed and carry the frame to rest against the wall so I can examine 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.

He proposed me and I can't help but gasp and he take the box and kneel down in front of me. "Marry me Lee Amanda, I want you to be with me for the rest of my life. You're my first and my last love. I can't live without you. I love you so much to death and I can't think about any other girl besides you. You're my everything. Marry me?" He said and I chuckled "Of course I'll marry you. Now give me a hug." I said and he hugged me immediately "I love you my favorite enemy." "I love you too." I kissed his cheek

“Would you let me?” His breath smelled surprisingly fresh, and my heart began beating wildly like a traitor because I couldn’t even say no. I simply stared at his face from such a close distance, realizing it was the first time I had ever been this close to him. His dark green eyes were impossible to ignore, and his long, thick eyelashes were the kind women would probably kill to have. I could see the sharp bridge of his nose, his thick brows, and his full, tempting lips.

It didn't matter how long it was, he hated those things. Damn dominant Alpha Pheromones. They were disgusting. Every single one of them. There was nothing special about those lots. An alarm blared off somewhere. It was time for his shot. His body shivered from the thought alone but it was inevitable. Another day, another dose. "Fuck, it's today," he muttered when his eyes landed on the sticky note on his fridge. The appointed day he had been dreading all week. The day of the meeting. _____ A/N: Hi there, this is the author. Please note that this book is a gay book. Omegaverse to be precise so there's a lot of Mpreg and men getting wet and same sex relationship.