Ennemies2lovers Stories

Andi Cain finds out that she is different. Where do you belong when you are different? Who can you trust in a world that follows the rules when you don't fit in their picture perfect? How do you survive? Maybe you are the bright new light your society needs, maybe you are not. EricXOC (pre-books). Story has been posted on Fanfiction.net years ago but this is an updated version.

Three weeks. One ranch. And someone who doesn't want her here. Sienna grew up with the scent of Colorado pines and the grit of her family's farm. But when her grandfather passes away, her world is uprooted, yet again. She's dragged to a Texas ranch belonging to her father's Charlie new wife, Grace Holloway. Sienna expected a fresh start. She didn't expect Alex. Alex is everything the cowboys are in Sienna's romance books: mysterious, handy and devastatingly handsome. However, Alex is also the most arrogant man she's ever met. From the moment she steps onto the Holloway ranch, he's made up his mind: he doesn't want her there, and he is going to let her know. But when their Grace and Charlie jet off to Hawaii for a three-week honeymoon, Sienna and Alex are left alone. Twenty-one days of shared chores, starlit nights, and a tension neither of them can deny any longer. In a small town where the brightest smiles hide the darkest secrets, the man who claims to hate her might be the only one she can truly trust.

"𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬." Elle porte le poids des silences, chaque souvenir d'une sœur disparue gravé comme une brûlure. Maliah ne cherche pas la paix, elle cherche la justice, mais chaque pas la rapproche de la tempête. La vérité n'a pas de visage, mais elle porte des secrets trop lourds pour être ignorés. Ezra, l'ombre d'un passé qu'il ne peut fuir, se fraie un chemin à travers ses murs. L'homme lié par une dette qu'il ne comprend plus, un cœur partagé entre la loyauté et la révolte. Dans leurs regards, il y a des promesses brisées, des vies qui se croisent et s'entrechoquent comme des étoiles mortes. Elle le déteste. Lui la craint. Et pourtant, leurs âmes se reconnaissent, comme deux mélodies oubliées. 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐞̂𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐪𝐮'𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐝'𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐮 𝐞́𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐭.