Novel & Cerita Romance Novels Enemies To Lovers

He prevented a catastrophe. Derek Marble promised to return to the capitol soon, but his return was not the interest in people's hearts. Deep down, everyone wondered what it was that Malcolm had whispered to me. Nobody had heard the words he spat in my face. What was said between the two brothers? Everyone knew that our brotherhood was nothing but ambitious rivalry and fuelled hatred. That was the way it must be. The two sons of Alpha Denver must compete among themselves. Only the strongest, only the most ruthless, only the most worthy must rise to the helm of the sunfyre pack. We were born to be enemies, not whispering buddies. Lysandra came quickly and asked me questions, wondering what wa

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.

But he is annoyingly right, the paperwork is official, which traps me in this hell. "I hate you," I say quietly, the words coated with enough venom. "I know." He smiles, his signature infuriating smile. "But you will change your mind, I promise." "Never." I grab my bag and storm toward my room. "Stay out of my way, Liam. I mean it." "Looking forward to being roommates, Skylar," he calls after me, and I slam my door hard enough to rattle the frame. Through the thin walls, I can hear him directing the movers, hear the sounds of things being arranged as he takes over the space April and I have shared together over the past years.

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.”

“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.”

So why was she still angry? She had no right to be angry at him. She was the one getting married even if she harbored no affections for her supposed spouse. Her relationship with Brandon was ending or had already ended. There was no need for her to get angry. They were not lovers. Just two people who slept with each other. She was not attracted to him even with how handsome he looked. His brown hair and blue eyes made him stand out in the crowd. And the tattoos on his body made him appetizing. He was sex on a stick, she knew that but she could not bring herself to see him as nothing more than her enemy and also, a temporary sex partner.

SUSAN'S POV, Ever since my last encounter with Antonio, he had avoided every form of conversation with me, including ignoring my texts, The fact that he didn't want to see me greatly annoyed me, tired of his efforts, I knew I had to do something, there was no way I was going to settle for rejection and let him be without trying my best to make sure I had him all to myself, As I pondered on what to do in the cool of that evening, my smile broadened at the thought that crossed my mind, since I had found out about his little lover, I knew breaking them apart was going to earn me the ground I was looking for

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.

“I wanted you to hear it from the board.” She let out a sharp laugh. “How considerate.” He didn’t react. “It’s not personal,” he said. Elena stepped closer. “It is absolutely personal. They just turned my life into a negotiation.” “They turned ours into one.” Her jaw tightened. “I’m not doing it.” Damon watched her. Carefully. “You haven’t thought it through yet.” “I don’t need to think it through.” “You do.” “No, Damon—I don’t marry my enemies for business deals.”

I blame it on all my nights staying awake to read novels. She snaps her fingers in the air as I park in front of Adam's house "On our way back, I asked him point blank what he was doing with Jane and he told me that she'd tried to come on to him plenty of times before as well. When I asked if he was going to take her on her offer, he said he'd never sleep with your enemy." Do not even talk to me. Walk away. I feel miserable.