The Irresistible Urge To Fall For Your Enemy Novels & Stories

I should have stopped this sooner, but I couldn't, or, what was even more disturbing, I didn't want to. I should have treated Dearon as my enemy—my greatest enemy. The way I had been taught, I should have wanted him dead. My desires, however, traveled in the exact opposite direction… My frustration and restlessness were eating me alive. I had turned into this stupid little moth, flying straight into Dearon's powerful flame. It was bright, fucking hot, and it had already begun to sear my fragile wings, but I had no intention of stopping. “You all right, Kaira?” Rafe's voice nearly made me jump in my saddle. I didn't even notice when he had lined up with me.

I wanted to fall, give in to the beauty of his boy standing right before me but then I remembered, that would be a disaster. Yet, resisting him felt nearly impossible. If he was the path to my undoing, would it really be so wrong to want a small taste of ruin? Just a glimpse of how sweet the fall could be? His presence made me feel so alive, desired in a way I hadn't felt before. How was I supposed to stand firm against that? No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I kept finding myself pulled back toward the edge.

This was really bad seeing as I was supposed to have him as my enemy. What are you doing Zendaya? I thought to myself. Sleeping with the enemy was something I had not thought I would do. This was a bad thing to do. I was supposed to hate him. What was I doing in his arms? I beat myself for succumbing to his hot body and his wonderful charms. His personality which was different from the past and his good looks which were irresistible to say the least. This was a horrible thing to do and I hated him for luring me in.

"The possibility of me falling in love with the enemy is zero-" "He's not an enemy, Jael. The de Silvas is our target-" "He will be. Soon. When the adoption process is finalized. Besides, I don't think I can like someone who doesn't like me back. That's just unrealistic and... tiring?" He raised his eyebrows at me. "Girls your age often fall for boys who ignore you. You like the bad boy type. The one that breaks the rules for you. One that challenges you and triggers the potential in you. And usually, the one that you won't end up with."

The second Sienna walked through that door in nothing but that long, thin sleep shirt that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, hair still damp from the shower and curling at the ends, every ounce of restraint I had scraped together seems to evaporate. She looked soft, freshly bathed, smelling faintly of vanilla, and the sight of her standing there, uncertain but brave enough to knock, undid me completely. I had tried to fight it. God, I tried. I told myself we could talk, keep it civil, stick to the lines we had drawn in black ink on legal papers but the moment her eyes met mine across the room, wide and searching, the battle inside me was already lost. The part of me that wanted to prote

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

Hailey Don't fuck your enemies, because they're enemies. That's incorrect. Don't fuck your enemies because they may turn out to be the best fuck you've ever had. Only if I had listened. I stare at the handsome man in front of me, someone I've spent so long hating. And all I can think about is his body against mine. He shakes his head. “No, it wouldn’t, and you know it. Let me take you to my bed and I’ll show you exactly how much of a mistake it wouldn’t be.”

She never lets her guard down so easily, and never lets anything get to her or show any sign of weakness. She's my type of women Fuck! I don't know why I'm thinking of her non-stop but one thing for sure is that, I think I'm starting to like her. No scratch that! I think I'm falling for her. And that's a 'BIG' problem in my life right now. I made a decision from the start, that I wouldn't feel anything or get attracted to my worst enemy's daughter. I still want to kill her father for the problems he had cast upon my mafia's business and getting attracted to his daughter is just going to complicate everything.

Had someone to support him? Have I? I breathe in his woody scent, making me want to fall farther into him, to protect him from the evils that have been done to him. I pull back, grabbing his face firmly and pulling him till we’re face-level and a breath away from each other. I watch his pupils dilate and darken, and I feel my core go molten—not just with arousal, but vengeance. “What’s that thing we say about our enemies?” I whisper. It takes him a moment to remember, but when he does, he has to stifle his smile.

I stared at Simone who had a satisfactory smile on his face. “Sometimes I wish I could just cut off your tongue and make you stop talking forever because anytime you open that damn mouth I lose it.” Simone’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Don’t act clueless. You remember the bet… don't forget.” My chest tightened, that jerk would not let me go of this book anymore: “You don’t fall for her,” Simone continued, stretching lazily to his feet, bottle dangling from his fingers. “You make her fall for you. That’s how you win.”