Romance Novels With Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

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.

I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l

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Chapter 1 (Sophia's POV) The crystal chandelier above the Grand Ballroom feels like a guillotine waiting to drop. I stand at the edge of the gala with a glass of champagne I have no intention of drinking, my fingers clenched so tightly around the stem I’m surprised it hasn’t shattered. Across the room, "he" holds court like he already owns the city. Alexander Voss. My enemy. My nightmare. The man whose family destroyed mine twice and still smiles like the world owes him everything.

"I think we really need to talk." "Hi, Mom." "Alexander St. James." She said his name like it was evidence of something. "Damien's rival, his enemy." "I know who he is." "Your husband is not even... the divorce is not even finalized... Elena, what are you doing?" "I am building a life," I said quietly. "That is what I am doing." "He is using you," she said. "Whatever he has told you, whatever he has promised you, men like that do not do anything without a reason."

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Suddenly a dangerous thought enters my mind: does this have anything to do with me? I shake it off before it can take root. I pause by a table of orchids, my fingers skimming a leaf I don’t see. “But how? How do Vincent and Luzia even—” I wave a hand, searching for words. “You know.” Marco tips his head, lips curving. “Did I give you any romance books yet?” I squint at him. “What does that—” “Enemies to lovers. Classic.” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, because betrayal and blood feuds really set the mood.”

Thousands of Questions whirl in my mind as I stare at the most famous person in the werewolf community. Alejandro. No matter how much I turn the situation over in my head, it doesn't make sense. What was the enemy doing in our camp yesterday, and why did he never kill me? There was a chance he spared my life because of the mate bond, but the same couldn't be said for Dane. He was the enemy and nothing stood in the way of killing him. Hence, we are not with Dane now.

My brain final clicked that I was not crying because of the book. I was actually crying because I was sad that Blake and I were fighting and we had not sorted it out. He keeps trying to apologise, but I want him to be grovelling on the floor. I focus back on the book in my hand. Anthony and Kate were amazing and they went from to enemies to lovers. That is the best romance trope there is. Enemies to lovers, they fight every time and claim to hate each other but underneath all that venom is actually passion. I move on to Benedict’s story. I have heard that his story is similar to Cinderella’s story. I continue reading the book.

Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest. My more serious works are also part of different series. And all the series below feature ENEMIES TO LOVERS trope. What can I say? I’m a sucker for it. If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex.