Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Enemies To Lovers

I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, betraying the steady composure I was fighting to keep. A low, satisfied chuckle escaped him, the sound curling through the air between us. “Well,” he murmured, his voice as smooth as silk, “back then, I used to think, ‘This girl is so damn annoying, but at least she’s hardworking.’” His fingers pressed into my waist, the pressure firm, sending a hot shiver down my spine. “Now? Now you’re more than just my archenemy—you’re the woman who stole millions from me. No one’s ever dared make a fool of me, Isabella. You can understand, can’t you, where my… anger lies?”

His face was expressionless, his eyes were focused on the ground, but not her face; as if he wasn't happy about the marriage; like he didn't want her. Their story was short, Clara had met Alberto at the Goddess training centre, where she had gone to have the training of being a future Luna. And then she saw Alberto, it was a love at first sight, she fell in love with him at their encounter, and she tried anything to make her have his attention. And later things went her way, he came to their pack to ask her hand in marriage, although they might not be a fated mates, they were more likely a chosen ones. However, Clara loves him so much that she could anything to have him. He looked up and saw

He didn’t know how long she had been there, but it was clear she had reached her limit. Driven by a mix of curiosity and convenience, Romanov made a proposal to his father. He would get married, escaping the arranged marriage his father had set for him. However, the condition was clear: he had to have a child with Mery. Romanov began investigating the life of Mayara, Mery’s sister, and discovered that she was on the brink of bankruptcy because of her husband. He offered an investment that would save her business, but with one condition: if Mayara couldn’t pay, he would take Mery. He knew she would never be able to fulfill the agreement because her husband was stealing from her without her kn

Nathan was not the kind of person who acted on impulse, and he never forgot a slight. Shaun and Nathan had been enemies since Shaun’s first year on campus. There had never been a clear reason for it, no single argument that explained why the hostility between them had grown so intense. It had started subtly, with sharp looks and unspoken rivalry, but over time it became personal, especially when women were involved. Nathan had a habit of taking what belonged to other people, and Shaun had learned that the hard way. Emma had been the first. It had been nothing more than a bet to Nathan and his friends. He had been dared to date a first year student and dump her after three days, and Emma had

The enemy soldier's head separated from his shoulders almost lazily, blood fountaining in a crimson spray. She couldn't afford scars. She wouldn't tolerate them. Her skin had always been flawless, and she'd be damned if she left this battlefield marked. Another wave of enemies crested the hill. No. No, they were going to be overrun. They were going to… The thunder of hooves stopped her heart. Adrienne spun, sword raised, ready to meet this new threat. But the banner that snapped in the morning wind wasn't Garrick's black raven. It was the golden lion of Camelot

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

To my horror, one tear escaped my right eye. This was why I was being terrible to him. My instinct was to push men away just to watch them leave. Only Flinn hadn't left in the six days we'd been back in touch. Yet. But I already knew he'd face this challenge head-on. That was just the sort of guy he was. He never shied away from difficult work. He brushed my tear away with his thumb. "Someone told me enemies-to-lovers tropes have the best sex." He drew his thumb into his mouth, tasting my tear.

I pretend to focus on swimming, on clearing my mind, but my body reacts on its own, muscles tense, thoughts messy. After my routine, I return to my room to read, curling up with a steamy romance novel in an attempt to distract myself. My cheeks flush with every word, my pulse still too quick from last night and the memory of waking here. Hours pass, and the story grows repetitive; it no longer captures my attention. Curiosity gnaws at me. I wander through the house, silent, robe clinging to my damp body. My feet carry me almost unconsciously to the study. There, the envelope at the center of the table glimmers in the morning light. My pulse quickens. I pick it up, trembling, and tear it open

She didn’t even give a damn about the fact that my men were behind me. If anything, I know she’d go for my head given the chance. It was amusing. And also annoying as hell. Amara had been my rival for as long as I could remember. It dated as far back as when we were kids. It wasn’t just an individual rivalry though. This was a family rivalry. The Vitales and the DeLaurentis’ had been at each other’s necks for decades. Our rivalry was something born as a result of it. Even now that I’d taken then position of Don, it didn’t mean things would end just yet. I hated her and she hated me just at much. I hated her father Viktor and the rest of her brothers. Nothing could dissolve or change that. Th

Then, the cold: the sight of my mother’s hand falling limp, the light in her eyes flickering out while I hid there, a helpless boy in a man’s world. Then the bile rose in my throat. I remembered Elena. The brief, stolen moments of what I’d thought was romance before the truth of our blood turned it into a rotting thing in my gut. I forced the memory away, replaced by the sharp, searing sting of the day I thought Darius had killed Aveline by his rejection: the day the hate became my only armor.