Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Enemies To Lovers

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.

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.

“I’ve spent over ten years by his side, Elena. Ten years tending to his wounds, some he didn’t even know he had. I was there when he lost himself in Luna, and when that love died in silence.” Her eyes flicked to me, shimmering with something like defeat. “And the way he looks at you… it’s not a game.” I stopped breathing. She looked away, like she couldn’t stand her own confession. “Thorne Del Roi is falling in love again. I felt it before I believed it. But fate has a twisted sense of humor, doesn’t it?” Her voice broke slightly. “Of all people… it had to be the doppelganger of his sworn enemy.”

Daniel let out a chuckle beside him. "I don't think so. They hate eachother so much they want to rip eachother 's throats out. The camera translates that kind of friction into chemistry. Just let them cook" "Good, hold that pose" The photographer called out. Elliot's gaze was intense, unblinking and deep down in those dark eyes, Jade could see a faint, wicked spark of the captain who knew exactly what secrets they were hiding from everyone else in the room.

And that she is cursed? "What about you, Valerie. Don't you have a mate?" Arden asked. Arden wasn't trying to separate them, nor was he trying to discourage their reunion. He was worried that Leonard would go too deep with her, only to find out she has a mate. Valerie shook her head. "I am not destined to have a mate." "Y-you don't have a mate?" Arden stuttered. Valerie smiled. "Not only that. I don't have a wolf either."

I stood outside the medical room, eyes on the horizon, the letter clutched in my hand. Smoke still curled in the distance. Gunfire echoed somewhere far off. But here, it was quiet. Inside, Matteo breathed steady. And I made myself a promise. I would end this. Rafael. Lazaro. Every lie they fed us. I would burn it all down, even if it meant walking into the fire alone. Because love isn’t just soft words and soft hands. Sometimes, it’s blood. Sometimes, it’s war. And I’d fight for him.

Try me, I reply, not making eye contact. He pauses sharply, then looks back at me. "Fine," he replies, approaching with a dark gaze. Though you believe this marriage was only a power ploy, it is more than that. I negotiated bargains; Isabella deals with individuals who would have me destroyed should I break my word. "Who are these people, Enzo?," asked I inquired, moving nearer him, my heart thumping faster with every step. "What did you promise them?" He pauses, and in that single second I see fragility—a breach in his armor.