Writing Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

he spat, his eyes darkening as I bit my lips. “Why do you hate me? Why?” He doesn’t respond but just glares at me. “My father asked you to kill me. Why?” He tilts his head, his eyes fixed on my mark. “Everyone knows what you are to that monster.” What I am, he knows I’m Orion’s mate. “Have you ever thought about what happens to alphas who fully mark their mates?” He smiled, and I narrowed my eyebrows, glancing at Dylan, but I quickly schooled my features.

“Burn and see what you become.” Outside that room the city turned, indifferent and noisy; inside, a different tide moved. My next moves would be precise, small, patient. Tomorrow I would tilt the board. I would engineer encounters and absences until she arrived at a decision that looked like hers alone. I left the monitors to their pale glow and walked into the night with the quiet certainty of a man who had learned that desire is often engineered in gentle, measured steps — and that the most dangerous victories are the ones the other person believes they chose.

"Meaning what, exactly?" "I'll make her fall so desperately, hopelessly in love with me that she genuinely believes I feel the same way about her. I'll be the perfect husband—attentive, romantic, everything she's ever dreamed of." The plan crystallized in my mind like art. "Then, when she's completely vulnerable and invested, I'll deliver the crushing blow. I'll tell her exactly how repulsed I am by the sight of her, and I'll introduce her face-to-face to Sexy Red—the only woman I've ever truly loved." Asher shook his head slowly, disturbed. "Danny, that's an exceptionally cruel plan."

The love, a fire that had been extinguished by betrayal and grief, was now a full-blown inferno, a new, more terrifying reality. The confrontation, a brutal, beautiful, and devastating reality, was not a war of words, but a war of the heart. Amara and Dante, two rulers, two forces of nature, two people who were once a single, unstoppable force, were now two strangers, two ghosts from the past, two people who were now on opposite sides of a new, more dangerous game. But the game, the new, more dangerous game, was a game of love, a game of pain, a game of a love so profound it was terrifying.

He looked pass the scars I had gotten from missions and kissed each one of them so tenderly that all I thought was him. I had promised myself last night that it would only be once but then this morning I woke up with his limbs tangled with my own and I couldn't help getting turned on by the sight of him. I wasn't one to sleep around, in fact the last time I had sex was with my ex boyfriend Jeffrey in high school, who cheated on me every chance he got. He had broken me so badly that I started to have a hatred for men.

Now do you see why I can't fathom being with my childhood enemy? The idea of a romantic connection with Max was abhorrent, and I couldn't picture myself being his mate. I'd rather face the possibility of a mate-less future than succumb to the irony of being entangled with the one person I'd spent my life avoiding.

"That wedding never happened, Hana. Watch the news for god sake. He just diverted them from you." "But if we hadn't run away, would he have divorced me?" "But you did," Ahmet stated. "You could become his weakness. That's one thing he can't afford in his world. After Cecilia Merrick died, enemies for Bash increased. And then there is his cousin, your father, Elio and his enemies. They could easily use you as leverage. Enzo is one of them, the guy went on a...." "On a date with," I completed for him. "I heard him talking on a call. They knew me, whoever they are, they knew me."

This shit just didn’t happen. For as long as I can remember I’d always been raised to believe vampires were cold blooded killers, whom wasted their immortality just feasting on everything in their sights, humans, animals and even us werewolves too. And yet here I was loving my very own vampire mate. Jax just didn’t seem to fit that kind of stereotype though or maybe I was just being naive because of the bond.

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