COMPLETED ⚠️WARNING⚠️ Everything written here is fiction and exaggerated for the drama like most romance stories. ! ! Y/N Approved ! ! Sace: Enemies To Lovers is your basic enemies to lovers type of story, but is isn't basic. Sace includes a story line as well as cute scenes and scenarios you can fantasize about with whoever you like. We will include special chapters where our main protagonist is replaced with y/n for all you lovelies out there. These special chapters will only be some of the cute scenes we include and will be titled "Y/N Scene: Blah Blah" for example "Y/N Scene: A Walk In The Park" Y/n scenes are written in third person. P R O N O U N S & G E N D E R S Also we want to be inclusive about all pronouns, sexualities and genders so in Y/N stories we include simple pronouns like She/Her, He/Him and They/Them. For genders we include the basic ones, female and male. Sorry if your pronouns or gender isn't included, there are so many out there we couldn't write them all! ☆Inspiration☆ This Enemies To Lovers was inspired by To All The Boys I've Loved Before so if you get a sense of that don't be surprised. Although we will work to make it our own. Sace was also inspired by a ship we have between 2 of our friends so if it feels very detailed sometimes just know it probably isn't fiction. ~About~ Sace: Enemies To Lovers is about a girl named Sophia and her childhood neighbor Ace. The two of them slowly became friends, but was soon ruined by another girl causing them to be enemies. In middle school Ace tries reaching out to Sophia, but before they could develop a true friendship Ace is forced to move due to family reasons. The two never expected to see eachother again, but what happens before highschool when another boy moves next door may change their thinking.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN