Romance Novels With Enemies To Lovers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could feel the two of them—the broken star and the vengeful critic circling each other in the dark. The tension between them was palpable, a physical charge that hummed through the penthouse. I’d planned for proximity. I’d planned for a certain level of… shared trauma to bond them. It made the story better. The Enemy to friends arc was a bestseller for a reason. But Anya was starting to look at him with something more dangerous than professional curiosity. And he was looking at her like she was the only thing keeping him from drifting into the abyss. If they united against me, it would be messy. Not impossible to handle, but messy.

Sara asked, eyes wide. I only grew more irritated. The two of them were so amazed by the girl and Alaric. They kept saying how good they looked together and how beautiful their future children would be. I did not like hearing them agree that those two were perfect for each other. So Analise is not the girlfriend, it is this woman? Damn him! I hope you die. I could not contain my anger, so Sara and Lina both turned to me when I suddenly shoved my tumbler. It hit the floor and clattered loudly.

Even though the thought of having her in my home, just down the hall, was both exciting and terrifying. We talked for another hour about logistics—what she'd need to bring, how we'd handle Mrs. Chen the housekeeper, what story we'd tell people about how we got together. "We should probably say it was a whirlwind romance," Elara suggested. "That we've been seeing each other secretly for a few months and decided to elope because our families would never approve." "That works, people will buy it. Star-crossed lovers from rival families." "Very Romeo and Juliet kind of romance."

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

Part 7: The Shock The room spun. Her heart pounded violently. “That’s not possible,” she said. But Adrian’s silence— Confirmed everything. “She’s the one I told you about,” he said. The woman Victor loved. The one Adrian took. Lina stepped back. “No… no, this doesn’t make sense…” But deep down— It did. Part 8: The Twist “That’s why he’s interested in you,” Adrian said. Her breath hitched. “You’re not random, Lina.” Silence. “You’re the past coming back.”

Today should be a happy day. A celebration, I thought, staring into the mirror. Instead, I saw only what I'd always seen—a plus-size witch being sacrificed to a loveless marriage for political gain. My fiancé Calous might be handsome and powerful, but he's also a first-class asshole who won't even pretend to be faithful. The kind of man who collects mistresses like trophies.

She scratched, bit, teased, and I claimed, dominated, pressed, and made her mine even as the enemy vibe between us pulsed like a living thing. Finally, after endless, torturous intensity, I found release, and her hands clutched me, pulling me close as if to anchor me to her, whispering against my ear, “This… this is only the beginning, Dante. Never forget… enemies or not, I own a piece of you now.” I lay there, chest heaving, sweat-slicked, arrogant, alive, and infuriated, because she didn’t explain, because she refused being honest about pulling the trigger, and because she had me exactly where she wanted me...lust, hate, desire tangled into one impossible woman.

Just like that, he made my heart flutter every second. When I turned my attention to him, I was greeted by a magnificent sight in the form of his infectious chuckle, and I found myself unable to tear my gaze away. When Rendall entered my life, I had the epiphany that one cannot simply take the role of a lover or a fighter in a romantic relationship. You are going to have to develop into both. You can't call yourself a lover if you can't also call yourself a fighter, because if you don't fight for the one you love, what kind of love do you really have? "Hey, are you okay?" His voice brought me back to my senses.

She looked at me like I was — to put it plainly — utter garbage. "I want to make sure you understand what he means," she said. Her voice was smooth, and she had laced it with just enough warmth to make it sound like concern. "You were a rogue wolf two days ago. Whatever this—" she gestured lightly between Dominic and me with her wine glass, "—looks like from the outside, I assure you, that is where the resemblance to a real marriage ends." She paused, letting her words settle. "He loves me. And his heir will be mine. You served your purpose, sweetheart. Don't complicate what's left of it by forgetting that."

Dallas’s voice was smug and certain. He pulled off again, leaving Carter whining at the loss, and began kissing his way up Carter’s body, leaving red marks, claiming his territory. “Get angry, hate how much you crave your mate. Rage at the world, because your sworn enemy makes you feel things no one else ever can. But know that you cannot escape me, and of all the emotions that flash on your perfect face, it is your fury that makes me want you most.”