The Irresistible Urge To Fall For Your Enemy Novels & Stories

If we got to this point in our relationship again, I'd do the right thing, I'd break up with him. "I've never tried this hard for a girl, I just want you to know." I squeezed his hand. "I've never put up with this much from a guy." "Just tell me something, I promise not to get mad… I think that we need to get some stuff out in the open. Are you attracted to Jackson?" I hesitated, and then nodded after a moment. "Are you attracted to me?" "Of course!" "Who are you more attracted to?" I bit my lip. "I'm attracted to Jackson because he's dangerous and unpredictable. I'm attracted to you because you're mine, and you're sweet, and you're everything I've ever wanted in a guy. It's impossible to co

“If I burn, you are the only one here to burn with me.” Mr. Grayson screams hysterically as his flesh burns under my touch. I remove my hand from his chest and watch as the fire spreads across his clothes. “Is this not what you wanted,” I ask while cupping his chin in my hand, causing his skin to melt off immediately. “You and I together,” I say sweetly as his flesh melts from his body, “forever.”

I could stay the girl who gets used. Or I could learn how to use it back. I met his eyes. My body still ached for release. But something colder, hungrier, woke inside me. What if I didn’t just survive this… What if I claimed it?

"Then that settles it. Stop trying to take me with you. We are going to fight you, and we are going to win, as usual. And we can forget we were ever fated mates." "I know it doesn't make sense that I want to take you with me before I attack..." "No, it doesn't. It is completely surprising, the same way it is surprising that you keep finding your way into our midst without being detected. The same way it is surprising that, despite you having this power to be here without being detected, you choose not to kill us all. Which leads me to believe that, for you, killing must be a sport and you must enjoy doing it, waiting for the right moment even when you can just do it right here."

Hot breath sprayed the main artery in my neck. I knew the enemy's fangs were dangerously close to my most vulnerable spot. The third Renegade stepped forward and grabbed my legs, pulling hard. I was stretched out on the ground, my legs spread wide by them. They had lustful smiles on their faces. I struggled desperately, but I was weak, and with each attempt to break free, the Renegade's nails stuck on my wrist deeper.

“It’s tradition!” And I had gone along with it, leaning forward blindly when someone guided me. The kiss had been… shocking. Hot. Intimate. Unexpectedly perfect. And then—oh, God—when I’d pulled off the blindfold, I had frozen. Because standing there, looking at me with strangely intense eyes as if the kiss was perfect for him too—which I know it wasn't—was Cesare. I’d felt horror. Absolute despair at the fact that not only had they all played a sick game to make me kiss my enemy, but…

Zoe was shocked and shouted while struggling for a release. "What the hell are you doing…??" I heard her say in panic. Her attitude made me so irritated that I tightened my grip on her. And I gave her the best threat ever, "You better stay still, or else I will kiss you in front of all these people. Do you want to be famous? And viral over the internet. It will be sensational news and people might even take you like my new girlfriend."

Snap out of it! I remind myself why I’m here. You’re here to kill him. If you don’t, he’ll finish what he started with Dad. But why does he seem more like a lover than an enemy right now? Every instinct tells me to strike, yet something in me is pulled to him, deeper than I’ve ever felt before. The tension between us is undeniable, and all of Dad’s careful instructions seem to be slipping away. I came to seduce him, but it’s starting to feel like he’s the one seducing me. The way his eyes linger makes me question everything. Does he want me as much as I want him? My plan is working—he’s drawn in. But now, why does it feel like I’m the one caught in this game?

His voice is pleading. I stalk toward him. “I love the way you make me feel. You love it too. We could be good together. You’re really going to give that up?” His eyes flare with emotion. Anger, maybe. Or possessiveness. Good. I want to push him, so he realizes what he’s doing to us. “You’ve taught me about pleasure. Now I’ll know how to recognize it.” A lie. No man can compare to Michael. A low noise comes from his throat. “Enough taunting. I’ll kill anyone who touches you. I’m done pretending to be anything but ruthless. You’re mine.” His eyes shine with unholy light. He bares his teeth.

"There are only two reasons why one would do anything ever intimate with someone who they hate." Alya said in a matter of fact tone, looking directly into Nandini’s eyes. Nandini looked at Alya in confusion while the latter one seemed to be confident about her thoughts. Alya royally ignored the look on Nandini’s face and started. "The first reason is that they're really good at codifying their passions. They can truthfully and objectively say if someone is attractive or not while keeping their opinions about the other person's personality separate. This compartmentalisation allows two people to come close and enjoy the adrenaline rush that comes from crossing the boundaries that they norma