Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Enemies To Lovers

And so much more that she absolutely adored. Enemies to lovers was one she loved most, it being the one to spark that desire inside her. To have someone hate you so much, yet love you all the same... It was serene. And she wished to experience such a comfort of someone knowing all the worst parts of her and saying that despite it all, they would choose her.

“I still don’t know what I did to you.” He glared at me for a long moment. “Your alpha saved himself when he rejected a Lunaris. Heard you still have no wolf, either.” It was my turn to glare back. “He still married my sister, so joke’s on you.” His dark brows rose. “Wow.” Yeah. Even this guy who clearly disliked me couldn’t come up with a good comeback on that fact. “So, are you going to tell me what my—” A creak sounded, and the castle door cracked open. “Mr. Dane, is there a problem?”

Yeneffer When I watched those two kiss so passionately in front of me, my blood began to boil for some reason. I despised Vermin so much after everything he had done, I didn't care if he was dating this sly bitch with a wicked heart, yet I felt a terrible pain in my heart. No Yeneffer, you shouldn't be feeling this way, I told myself. But it only grew worse. I couldn't help it. I gazed at them with all the hate in my heart, all the hurt in my eyes. He noticed, but he didn't care.

“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

“Good. Because I plan to ruin you every night and save you every morning.” I kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of regret, love, and determination into it. The pack outside still feared me. The healing would take years. But with her beside me—my enemy, my lover, my wife—I finally believed we might survive the beautiful disaster we’d created. This was our story. Enemies to lovers. Ruin and redemption. And for the first time in forever, I was ready to live it. The End.

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."

“Isn’t that funny?” Roman sighed. He reached for my hands, grounding me again. “Ariana. Even if she is here—” “She is,” I said firmly. “it doesn’t mean anything,” he finished. “People move. Paris is a big city.” “She was my worst enemy,” I said. The words felt heavy, like dragging stones out of my chest. “She didn’t just exist in my past, Roman. She ruined parts of us back then.” He squeezed my hands. “I know.”

"Are you afraid that if you stay this close, you’ll end up falling for me all over again?" ​"I'll never fall for you... because I hate you!" Ryan shouted, shoving Zane away with all his strength. The shout echoed loudly through the hallway, sharp and desperate. ​"Hate me?" Zane smirked, leaning back against the wall casually. He pointed to a single drop of sweat sliding down Ryan's forehead. "Your mouth says you hate me, but your body is telling a completely different story." ​Ryan’s face flushed with embarrassment and fury. "Just answer the damn question, Zane! Is this marriage your doing?"

It made his own cock harden painfully against his trousers even as nausea twisted in his stomach. “No,” he whispered, voice cracking. He knew instantly what was happening. The bond. That fucking bond. His mate, his enemy was fucking someone else right now, and Elias felt every second of it. Jealousy burned through him, sharp and ugly, mixing with unwanted arousal. His fangs ached. His hands shook. He wanted to rip whoever Ronan was inside apart. He wanted to be the one under the alpha, taking those brutal thrusts. The contradiction made his head spin.

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.