Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Enemies To Lovers

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

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.

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.

“Because I know that face. That’s not stress. That’s sexual tension.” She hops onto the bed beside me like I’m her personal telenovela. “Well?” she nudges. “Was it a hot guy? Did he touch you? Did you touch him? Zara, blink twice if you committed a sin.” I bury my face deeper. “I hate you.” “That’s a yes,” she beams, poking my ribs. “Now spill.” I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling like it holds the answers to my very complicated emotional meltdown. “It’s… complicated.”

"It's rare in your world." "It's rare in any world." He set down his glass. "I'm going to tell you something, Eliza. Something I've never told anyone." I waited. "Your father and I... we weren't always enemies. In fact, we were friends. Once. A long time ago." The words hit like a slap. "What?" "We grew up together. Did you know that? Same town, same schools, same dreams. He wanted to build an empire. I wanted to control one. We were young, stupid, convinced we could have everything."

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.

“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.

Fiorella You'd think after sending my enemies to their graves and being proposed to by the man of my dreams, life would at last be a bed of roses. But the mafia lifestyle doesn't offer roses, it deals in blood and thorns. There is no peace, no calm. For every enemy sent to the grave, there's one more lurking in the shadows, picking up their gun, waiting to attack.

“My cousin has a girlfriend?” “Not a girlfriend, but a new secretary. She’s from the US. No experience whatsoever. I bet they met during his last trip abroad.” Naomi’s tone turned gloomy. “You mean… he hired a new executive secretary? Aside from you?” Naomi nodded. “The woman dared to frame me and now Luca thought I was this scheming woman who would get rid of every possible rival.” Obviously, women would flock around Luca all the time. He was handsome and rich, the heir of the Han Family. However, Naomi didn’t need to take care of those women.

Loosing her as a result of his mafia--he totally dreaded that thought. There were still enemies lurking around. 'The ghost' who he was still trying to find, was still very much around and waiting to strike again. Then there is Diego that sent assassins to kill him and his wife and also an inside enemy in his life who caused Nicole's accident. Raphael biggest weakness was Nicole. Any harm done to her was capable of making him go on a shooting spree. He had to protect her. She was his precious doe. "I'll always protect you Nicole. I will never let anything happen to you" Raphael reassured her.