Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Enemies To Lovers

“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.”

“So it’s okay for you to hate him and talk bad about him, but when other people do it, it’s not? That sounds like a romance book grumpy main character enemies to lovers slow burn plot to me.” “Would you stop with the enemies to lovers thing?!” I grit out in frustration, internally mortified that a blush is beginning to creep it’s way into my cheeks. “Well, if you tell me the tea? I might.” And because I know nothing can stop Bibah from literally squeezing the tea out of me, and it’s just easier if I tell her what happened in the most monotonous voice I can muster, I start talking, beginning from the rooftop encounter.

"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.

Suddenly the woman's words echoed in his mind. 'Contract Wife and Slave of Lust.' "You know, I'm not very good at dealing with women. It's not been me who has taken the trouble all this time." Robert tapped on the back of his chair. "Only Rose is different, right?" Conrad smiled faintly. "Okay, Young Master Conrad, perfect human, how do you melt a woman's heart?" Robert's face was stiff, but his eyes looked desperate. "You think how many women I've conquered. Didn't Ruby choose you? Luckily I realized that the one I love is Jasmine. Otherwise, we might become sworn enemies." Conrad chuckled at the silliness of the past.

Oh my sweet Lord, those eyes. Getting lost in them meant he could order me to strip and I might just do it. Eagerly. I could only imagine how those eyes would burn in the heat of passion. Dark and stormy. Consuming. I have to stop reading those smut books. Maybe switch to horror, mystery, history. Anything but books full of sex. Lowering myself down in the chair opposite his, I crossed one leg over the other and waited. My heart drummed against my ribs while I held his gaze, hiding the effect he had on me.