Novel & Cerita Romance Novels Enemies To Lovers

“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.

I heard Dante laugh and a deadly possessive growl worked its way up to my chest but I checked it in time and let my legs take me towards the direction of the laughing voices. A tide of jealousy surged in my chest when I saw Dante pinned by another handsome Beta wolf on a motorcycle and the two of them fraternizing with each other. He was MY MATE. Grrrrr. “C’mon, Dante,” the other dude, Chester laughed as he pressed himself further against the writhing wolf under him so that the latter did not escape. I could feel my stomach tangle in enough knots to make a twisted pretzel as jealousy was starting to graduate into hate for the unknown, charming stranger.

His arms wrapped fully around my torso, holding me against his chest like I was a giant pillow he refused to give up. “Champ…” I muttered as I pressed my face against his shirt. “It’s morning. And… I have to—” I didn’t finish the sentence and his room door flew open. Champ’s mum was standing there with a tray in her hand, and beside her was little Camille… the tiny little girl who had promised she would marry me someday. “Oh!” his mum gasped, blinking rapidly. “Oops. Did I… disturb you boys?” I froze completely, but Champ remained indifferent to her.

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

Back then, I'd felt like the luckiest woman in the world. I'd believed he cherished me so much that he could control his desires for my sake. I'd thought it was romantic. Noble. Proof of his deep love for me. Turns out, he was just being faithful to his actual love. Imelda. The girl he'd been with since childhood. The girl he actually wanted to touch. I was just the mark. The target. The fool with money. "You're really a fool, Princess," I told myself out loud. "A complete and total idiot."

The soft click of the lock sounded like a gavel, final, irrevocable. I collapsed against the glass, forehead pressed to the cold pane, letting the chill bite through my fevered skin. The city sprawled beyond, indifferent, but inside, the storm raged still. For the first time, I realized something far more dangerous than his control. I wasn’t just fighting Dante. I was fighting myself. My pulse still thundered with the memory of him. My skin still tingled where his shadow had touched mine. Every breath felt like a war—between hatred and desire, defiance and surrender.

“Come on, spill. I heard rumors about the penthouse, the tension, the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you and lock you away at the same time. Has the ruthless Matteo Moretti finally been… tamed? Or are you two still hate-fucking your way through every argument?” Heat flooded my cheeks. The memory of this morning flashed through me riding him slow and deep, then the shower, his body pressing me against the tile, my whispered confession still echoing in my head. “It’s complicated,” I muttered, but the way my body reacted gave me away. “There’s hate. There’s… a lot of other things too. He’s not gentle, but sometimes… sometimes he stays. He held me this morning. Kissed my shoulder li

Okay," Rain said.He didn't move for three full seconds.Then he turned and walked to the door, and she watched him go the same way she had three nights ago — completely unable to look anywhere else. His hand was on the door handle when he stopped."Rain."Her name in his mouth. Again. That same weight to it she couldn't explain."Be careful walking home tonight," he said, without turning around. "Take the main roads."He pushed the door open and walked out into the grey morning, and the bell above the door chimed softly behind him.Rain stood behind her counter in her favorite place in the world and felt, for reasons she absolutely could not explain, like something had just fundamentally shifted.L

"Who?" Elena's gaze hardened. "The people who took control of Eclipse." Part 9: The Real Enemy Victor frowned. "Took control?" Elena looked directly at him. "You think you're the villain of this story." A pause. "You're not." The room fell silent. "What are you talking about?" Victor asked. Elena's expression darkened. "Someone else has been pulling the strings." Lina's pulse quickened. Someone else? Part 10: The Founder Elena pointed to the map.

And I can't wait to share Doris and Brad's story with you soon in the next book in the duology— "Love's Inferno: When Fire Meets Ice" Big Heart, Bethel W.C. Eke