Lovertoenemies Stories

"... I'll love you in every other lifetimes, my Moon" Kamaria is an undercover assassin under her mother's mafia network was tasked to eliminate threats to their family's network in doing so got her in a tough situation when she was later saved by Akino who went by the name of Sol. They became friends and later started dating, they were soulmates. They often fight together in secret. It was a love story for the history books until Kamaria's mother found out. Stay tuned to know about their story! Let's head on a journey together finding out what tragedy will happen next.

Demoniese Zeus Ezekiel Alvarez

Diana Calestiana was once a dreamer, a writer chasing stories that danced just out of reach. But after a string of failures, her dreams turned to dust, leaving her trapped in a year-long fog of despair. On a whim, she wandered into a bookshop, drawn by the whisper of forgotten pages. Clutching her purchases, Diana took the long way home, her thoughts heavy as the twilight deepened. Lost in unfamiliar streets, she encountered a mysterious man who spoke in riddles but offered her one clear direction. She followed his words to a place she could never have imagined: a lone door standing at the edge of the endless ocean. When she opened it, her reality fractured, revealing a world she thought could only exist in stories. A world that might hold the answers to the questions she'd been too afraid to ask-and the power to rewrite her life.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #LOVERSTOENEMIES #WHODIDTHISTOYOU Song🎧- • that's so true • was it casual

this story is about a perfect love story turning slow into a enemies relationship

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎) (𝙱𝙻) (𝙶𝚕) ★𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍★

"I am done falling in love", she spat in my face. "And I am pretty sure I can change that", I replied "You could have in the past but now, no", she turns around and leaves me here. I deserved that after what I did to her in the past. ____________________________________________________________________ KERES VESPER Born into old money and sharper expectations, Keres Ryle was the name given to him. But it never fit. Not even in childhood. Too soft. Too scripted. Too much of them-not enough of him. The moment he gained his own freedom, he buried it. "Keres Ryle" died the second he realized he was never meant to be someone else's legacy. He chose his own name: Keres Vesper. Tall. Lethal. Devastatingly handsome. The kind of face that earns stares-and starts wars. Black hair that begs to be tousled, and eyes the color of a thunderstorm ready to break. Greyish-black, cold as obsidian, sharp as prophecy. He doesn't walk into rooms. He owns them. But beneath the perfect jawline and untouchable legacy is a soul clawing toward something real. Something raw. Something that no trust fund can buy. DAWN WINTERS She's no heiress. No insider. No chosen one. Just a girl with a dream stitched together by stubbornness and stardust. Ordinary? That's the word they'd use. But ordinary doesn't make people stop mid-sentence. Ordinary doesn't come with those eyes full of fire. Chestnut hair, quiet charm, a presence that asks for nothing-but steals your attention anyway. She walks like she doesn't belong. But her gaze says otherwise. Sharp and steady.... Only If looks could kill. She isn't here to be chosen. She's here to prove she was meant to be. They are opposites in orbit-two souls burning with ambition, two bodies repelling each other, but two hearts burning without the other. TWO DREAMERS. ONE STORY. Enemies? Maybe. Rivals? Absolutely. Something more? Undeniably. Who'll rise? Who'll roll? And who'll fall for the other first or maybe destroy the other?

Mark Zuckerberg x Eduardo Saverin and jebediah is marks EX BOYFRIEND!!!! how will this epic love story end or start? Well now you have to read it!

To start... I would like to introduce myself while remaining anonymous. First of all, I could say that I am a fairly solitary and relatable person suffering from trust issues. Let's just say I'm the type of person who would rather die alone than surrounded by hypocrites. Currently aged 16, I could add that despite my young age I walk around with labels... for example people associate me with someone who is narcissistic manipulative or even as being a "toxic" person... I will not deny the facts because yes I admit it. I may not be perfect but at least when I want something or someone, I get it easily (and yes, beauty privilege has a lot to do with it) but with him, it wasn't the same. he was different, he was like me... THIS is my Story...

A priest gains fame and it quickly goes to his head. What happens when he becomes the greatest hypocrite throughout all the realms. Or maybe what happens when he realizes his wife from Earth is his soon-to-be enemy. Watch as Cory Hiipsy's world crumbles when he joins the deadly sins while his (ex?) wife, Athalia, joins the league of guardian angels.

This isn't your typical fairytale. Sure, there's a hero, a villain, and a world-altering prophecy-but what if the villain falls for the hero? When love crosses enemy lines, betrayal becomes inevitable. Will the hero rise above the heartache, or will love prove more dangerous than any prophecy? ------------------------------- I grab her arm and pull her up to look me right in the eyes. I scan them, the dark orbs, I scan her. I think I've lost my mind because of the blood, the blood. There is so much blood but she's not dying. "What did you do? What the fuck did you do." She pulls away laughing again. It's eerily. It's a sound I crave to hear, it's a sound I've heard so many times but this, this. It's like grinding nails. I feel a heat surround me. Hot and suffocating. And then I see it, I feel it, the red-orange flames licking at my skin. I hear their sound, the crackling. The light of those flames reflects in her irises and I know she's not dying. Thank the stars she's not dying because nineteen is too young to leave this earth. Twenty is too young for me to have killed her. Everything is red. Either the blood or the flames around me. It's all red. Her skin is flushed red and I'm grateful because it means it means she's alive. That her heart still pumps blood. I see her shrouded in a warm red glow, the way she looks huddling close to a fire when it's cold and then she is fire. Fire incarnate. Flames dance on her skin like cloth and I think I'm dreaming but no because this is so unfathomable it wouldn't even appear in my dreams. It's as if the sun herself came down to play with us mortals. It's beautiful and it's blinding.

This story is going to be discontinued but I like the idea I had, so if anyone wants to recreate this they can. Have fun. This is a lovers to enemies, the opposite of what it usually is. You will be reading about the (used to be) happiest couple anyone had known of, but they weren't meant to be. Their love was a lie, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝔂 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻... Characters used: Ansley (Main character 1) Ivan (Main character 2) Ollie (Side character 1) Bailey (Side character 2) Extras: Teacher, Professor, the mothers, the fathers, the side couples, the fortune teller, waitress/waiter, the voices, the parasites, and the others.

✿𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡✿ A name that tastes like fear and bleeds power. Born from royalty, carved by cruelty. A man molded by betrayal-his heart shattered, his soul forged in fire. Once, he loved. But love, for him, was nothing more than a battlefield masked behind promises. And when fate ripped him apart, He didn't break- He became the storm. They thought they left him bleeding. They thought they buried his heart. But they forgot- He's a Rajvansh. He doesn't crumble. He conquers. ✿ 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ✿ Softness in a world that never deserved her. A heart pure enough to heal, Yet naïve enough to walk willingly toward the flames. She didn't know her path would collide with his darkness, That her light would awaken the monster he swore never to become again. !!!!𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝!!!!! To him, she was peace. To her, he was danger. But destiny? It doesn't care about right and wrong Only chaos. Now his love isn't love anymore- It's obsession. A violent need to possess what fate once stole from him. And this time, He won't lose. He'll burn the world before letting her slip away- Even if it means dragging her into the flames with him. Because he isn't a hero in her story. He's the villain dressed in flesh and fire And she? The only one who can either save him from himself- Or become the reason the world burns. ✿✿✿

A YIZHAN FF- "No!" Zhan cried, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his cheeks. "P-Plz let me g-go!" His voice was a broken plea, trembling with fear. Qiang paused, his lips curling into a sick smile as he leaned closer. "How can I?" he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "When I want to make you mine?" "You are mine,only mine"