Romance Novels With Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

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. "That someone is smart," I growled. He nodded. "Sexy too."

“He probably wants another round. I could go over and punch him.” “Or he’s obsessed, with his hatred ” Oliver said, smirking. “You sure he’s not planning evil?” Austin rolled his eyes. “Can we talk about something else?” Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, Brian’s own friends were watching. Matteo sat opposite them while James sat beside Brian. James leaned in. “Well well two enemies working together” Brian snickered “You are one to talk, weren’t you paired with Benjamin?” James laughed “Come on buddy, I am not enemies with Austin’s friends”

I could use something boring to make me sleepy. Not that romance novels were generally boring—I just didn’t think any kind of fictional love could live up to what my parents felt for each other. The bar was set far too high. Great. Now I was thinking about them again. I guess it didn’t matter as long as I wasn’t blowing up at the mention of their relationship. I still believed love made them weak, though. That was no exaggeration. How else would a man as smart as Romanos Giannelli lower his guard down enough for his enemies to know exactly where he would be? If only they didn’t have that vow-renewal ceremony.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Dante said, following her, “Every step. But we do this smart. No running into traps. We gather information first. Then we act.” She stopped and faced him. “You really mean it?” “I swear on everything I have,” Dante said, cupping her face in his hands. “You’re not doing this alone. And if he thinks he can play with you, he’ll learn that Dante doesn’t lose twice.” Nina’s chest tightened. Her heart was a storm of fear, anger, and desire. She knew from this moment forward, nothing would ever be simple. Their love, their lives, everything was tied together in a web of secrets, lies, and blood — and the only way out was to fight, together.

The soft click of the lock sounded like a gavel, final, irrevocable. I collapsed against the glass, forehead pressed to the cold pane, letting the chill bite through my fevered skin. The city sprawled beyond, indifferent, but inside, the storm raged still. For the first time, I realized something far more dangerous than his control. I wasn’t just fighting Dante. I was fighting myself. My pulse still thundered with the memory of him. My skin still tingled where his shadow had touched mine. Every breath felt like a war—between hatred and desire, defiance and surrender.

After, they lay pressed close, hearts racing, bodies warm and spent. "This complicates things," Muna said finally, her head on his chest. "Everything about us is complicated." His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder. "But maybe that's not entirely bad." "How can you say that? We're enemies who got married for business. Now someone's trying to destroy us both, and we're..." "What? What are we, Muna?" She couldn’t answer. The truth was too dangerous to admit. They were meant to hate each other, meant to plot each other’s ruin. Yet here she was, lying in his arms, feeling safer than she had in years.

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It immediately told her as what his purpose was. Jasmine became alert to what she heard. And felt sorry for Jake. Digna was already torturing Jake thinking she was a spy. It's good that there's someone like Dolfo who still care. Soldiers are leftist enemies. Enforcers of the law who are assigned to exterminate those who oppose the government like ka-Digna's group. But they weren't the ones Jake was spying on at that time. Jasmine knew that. She was the one whom that soldier wanted to meet and talk. The reason why it came up to the mansion. It just wanted to talk to her and explain what happened to her father governor and her aunt Andrea

I hissed angrily, advancing in his direction, hating that he kept me hanging when I thought I would get all the answers tonight. “I already did,” he said, controlling his voice. “This will be the last night we’ll see each other, Brielle.” “What?” I murmured, confused at him. I blinked at him, thinking about what I had done wrong. “Why?” It was stupid of me to ask, but I had to know. “I can’t fall in love with an enemy,” he said, staring at me intently. “Let’s just say we belong to different Orders which weren’t exactly in order.”