Romance Novels Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

He tilted his face a bit and Jer nodded. "I am sorry Mag. It’s just she never left like this. I am okay, don’t worry. I am not weak. It’s just that... I am fine Mag. I have you. And you will have to bear me in all moods got it". Jer said in a demanding tone and Magnus chuckled. "Anything for you baby". He softly captured his lips for a warm gentle kiss. "I think I have fallen for my enemy Magnus". Jeremy whispered on his lips. "Fallen deep baby". Magnus held him tight in his arms. Ghosting his lips roughly. And Jer sighed in his mouth. He knew Forth would make this night beautiful, rough and sinful. ********** Tabby

"A restaurant. Neutral ground. Somewhere public enough that she feels safe." "When?" "Tomorrow evening. Seven o'clock. Maren's corner table." Marcus wrote it down. "Through her father or directly?" "Directly." Flat. Final. "She's going to be my wife. Not his delivery." Marcus moved toward the door. "She'll come in angry," Damien said. Marcus stopped.

What did he mean? "It's your old lover's birthday. If I go there, won't it ruin the chance for you to chat about the good old days?" She pouted. That was a sweet talk. Daniel reached out his finger and lightly clicked on it. "Right now, Leila and I are only good friends. You are my wife. I hope you two can be friends too." Friend? How is that possible? Have you ever seen a rival in love turn into a friend? Enemies in love are incompatible as fire and water. They are incompatible with each other. It's the relationship that only one can survive between you and me!

But never really understanding why I had to suffer for something I didn’t choose. And so, when the time came, I made him a promise. I told him I’d find those responsible for my mother’s death. I told him I’d bring down the powerful lycan kings that had torn her life apart. I’d return in glory. I’d earn his love. His approval. But here I was… tangled in warmth and comfort. Caught in a web of emotions for the very people I had vowed to destroy. Kai. Rowan. Damien. Lucian.

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.

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.

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.

Besides, I suspect Richard isn't just an employee here but Ronan's friend. My suspicion is confirmed by Ronan’s next remark. “When I get engaged doesn't matter or are your feelings hurt that I am not in love with you?” He teases. Richard snorts before bursting into laughter. “You are not my type! Idiot.” He says after he manages to stop laughing. My eyes widen as I turn to glare at him. I can't believe he just flirted with me when he swung the other way. “So you are gay!” my statement comes out sounding more like an accusation.

* 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."

Strength. Back in her room, she paced like a storm bottled behind her ribs. This was more than marriage. More than vengeance. This was a game of power and dominance, and she was already in too deep. But she would not break. Not for him. Not for anyone. She was Elana Romano. And if she had to dance with the devil, she’d do it in heels—and with a knife behind her back.