Enemiestolover Stories

Vikranth pinned her against the door with one hand his chest rising with restrained fury his eyes burning straight into hers. Vikranth his voice low dark and dangerous "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." his fingers pressed into her waist his jaw clenched his voice dropped to a lethal whisper "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." she leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear her breath warm against his skin she whisper was colder than poison "And welcome to hell...Mr. Shekhawat." His eyes widened just a fraction shock flickering into a dark, dangerous spark he liked the fire but he hated the fire still there his grip on her waist tightened her smirk widened. "You built this hell with your own hands now burn with me." His nostrils flared his chest brushed hers as he stepped even closer, voice a low growl "You think you'll survive this fire" she tilted her chin up boldly. "I'm the one who started it." A muscle in his jaw jumped and slammed his palm beside her head, caging her fully. "You're playing a game you can't win." her lips curved again deadly, confident. "Wrong." pratiksha placed her finger on his chest, pushing him back a little. "I'm playing a game you already lost." he grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer again, faces inches apart his voice trembling with fury "We'll see how long that smirk lasts, Mrs. Shekhawat." Pratiksha smirks "Long enough to destroy you." He slammed the bedroom door shut Pratiksha barely had a second to breathe before Vikranth grabbed her wrist and threw her onto the bed her back hit the mattress, the silk sheets folding under her. He stalked toward her like a predator, removing his coat, his eyes burning with one intention Break HER. Get ready for Enemies-to-lovers tension A dangerously possessive hero Forced marriage with high-stake twists Dark secrets, betrayal & obsession ❤️‍ A love story born from hatred and ruined by desire

We all know the Greeks and Romans never got along, and was always that eachothers throats. Different leaders from the past tried to make the arrangements to fix it, but those leaders were easily killed off because they let their guard down. But Rosellienne Corre did want that peace, so she decided to go to Rome and talk to their Praetor. Well let's see what will happen shall we? At least that's what the god's made me think... All dream and all lies.. For I have forgotten Clarisse..

Upcoming Soon...... A tale of War and Love with lots of Secrets hidden beneath the Silence Romantic Thriller

BOOK 1 OF " Veilbound Series" Takshvi and Agastya have been a disaster since the third grade. Not the quiet, simmering kind. The loud, embarrassing, someone-call-a-teacher kind. They argue in the middle of class. They've gotten each other suspended more times than either can count. They are, without question, each other's worst habit. The problem is they're also the two sharpest people in every room. And they both know it. Which makes the fighting worse. Takshvi starts hearing things. Seeing things. Things that have no business existing in the real world when she was 4 an unknown shadow follows her . Two geniuses. One secret that could undo everything. And a something in the dark, something in past which connects both , written in histories yet unknown

Nueva ciudad. Nuevo departamento. Nuevas reglas: mantenerse al margen, no complicarse, no mirar demasiado. Esperanza pensó que sería fácil. Hasta que empezó a notar a la chica del balcón de al lado. Claire fuma a las 2 a.m. como si el tiempo no le perteneciera. Nunca sonríe del todo. Nunca parece realmente estar ahí. Al principio es solo ruido. Un encendedor, una exhalación, silencio. Después se vuelve rutina. Después... algo imposible de ignorar. Esperanza no debería prestarle atención. No debería recordar su presencia. No debería esperar verla cada noche. Pero lo hace. Y cuando una noche Claire deja de aparecer en el balcón... el silencio se siente peor que cualquier sonido.

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there was barely any space left between them. The air shifted-heavy, suffocating. Vihaan Rathore bent slightly, leaning down to her level His eyes locked onto hers A faint, dangerous smirk touched his lips "The world doesn't run on truth, vakeel sahiba," he said quietly, his voice low "It runs on power..." He paused, his gaze never leaving hers. "And I own it." "Power doesn't make you right, Mr. Rathore," she replied, her voice steady, refusing to waver. "It just makes people too scared to question you" His smirk faded slightly, replaced by something darker... more interested. She took a small step closer instead of away, closing the gap he created. "But I'm not one of them," she added softly. "And in my courtroom, truth doesn't need power to win." For the first time, Vihaan Rathore didn't interrupt. He just watched her-like she had just become the most dangerous thing in his world. Let see what happens between them......

THE DEVOTION OF ETHERNAL LOVE❤️ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------He remembered everything. She remembered nothing. much long Zane Verma lived in the shadow of a memory. To the world, he was the cold, untouchable heir to an empire-a man of steel and "Excel spreadsheets." But beneath the expensive suits and the arrogant mask lay a devotion that bordered on madness. He didn't just wait for her; he survived for her. Every deal he closed, every mile he traveled, and every night he spent in the cold silence of London was a countdown to the moment he could breathe the same air as her again. But Emma Agrawal has no room in her brilliant, analytical mind for a ghost from the past. To her, Zane is nothing more than a frustrating rival, a "grumpy rock" who exists only to challenge her GPA and ignite her temper. She doesn't remember the boy who watched her from afar, the one who memorized the scent of her perfume and the exact frequency of her laugh long before life tore them apart. Now, Zane is back in Mumbai, and the stakes have changed. He is no longer the boy sitting in the corner; he is a man driven by a decade of silent longing. He doesn't just want her recognition-he wants her soul. How does a man prove a lifetime of devotion to a woman who doesn't even know his heart was always hers? The ice queen is about to find out that while she was busy building a future, Zane Verma was busy surviving a past that only he remembers. The wait is over. The pursuit begins. GIVE CHANCE TO OUR STORY PLEASE💕

✨ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 ✨ She grew up learning to hate him. He spent his life loving her in silence. Anahira Shahroz and Taehyung Khan two souls tied by faith, torn by the past. He prayed for her in the dark, whispering her name into nights that never answered back. She built walls high enough to hide behind her pain. But fate has a way of pulling hearts together, even when they were never written in the same destiny. A story of love that aches, faith that heals, and hearts learning that maybe... some prayers are meant to be answered late. 𓆩♡𓆪 Enemies to lovers | Childhood scars | Muslim fanfiction | Slow-burn romance "I loved her in silence, prayed for her in the dark, but no matter how much my heart longed, she was never written in my fate."

A misunderstanding tore them apart... A contract binds them again. Alia built her life from nothing - strong, independent, and untouchable. To her, love was nothing but a weakness... until he came back. Saad. The man she once loved... and now, the man she hates the most. A contract. A forced marriage. And a love buried under layers of hatred. "You think I hate you?" "I know you do." "You're wrong..." But while their story burns in silence, another begins in chaos- where a carefree heart meets a girl who refuses to be broken. Zeeshan and Huma. A story far from perfect... yet impossible to ignore. When the truth finally unfolds... will it break the contract- or their hearts?

{ ye ISHQIYA } ***** This is not just a love story. It is a story of misunderstandings... of broken trust... of fate pulling two souls together even when they walk away. ...... She lived her life happily with her aunt, Sudha-not by blood, but by heart. For her, Sudha was everything... family, friend, her entire world. She was bright, cheerful, and full of life. An extrovert who could light up any room with her presence-sweet to everyone, yet distant from those she disliked. Love? She never believed in it. And boys? She kept them far away from her world. ...... He, on the other hand, lived in silence. Aarav Singhania-a name that carried power, fear, and authority. The cold, ruthless CEO of Singhania Industries. An introvert by nature... but when he spoke, the world listened. His world revolved around only one person-his father. For him, he could do anything. But love? He didn't believe in it either. And girls? He hated the girl who roamed around him ..... Two people. Two guarded hearts. Two completely different worlds. Brought together by fate. What begins with anger... What grows through fights... turns into something neither of them understands. Between teasing, clashes, and unexpected moments- their story slowly unfolds. But love never comes easy. Hidden pasts begin to rise. Childhood bonds get tested. Mistakes turn into regrets. And truths-long buried-come out in the most painful ways. Will they accept what their hearts feel? Will they forgive the mistakes that once tore everything apart? Or will their past destroy the future they never thought they'd want? Because sometimes... Love isn't about finding someone perfect. It's about holding on- even when everything is falling apart.

හදවතත් හුස්මත් අතර අතරමං වූ ඒ ප්‍රේමය... එය අහම්බයක්ද? නැතහොත් ඉරණමක්ද? කොළොම්පුරයේ අහස් කුස යට, තද කෝපි පාට දෑසක උණුසුමටත්... මහා සසල සයුරක් බඳු නිල් දෑසක ගාම්භීරත්වයටත්... මැදි වූ අහංකාරය පරාජය කළ ප්‍රේමණීය අරගලයක නිමාව කරා ඇවිද යන්නා වූ මාවත ගලා යන විලම්භයයි මේ.... ~•nisAura•~

Shravanya Sharma and Eklavya Agarwal have known each other as long as they can remember. From childhood playdates to endless family gatherings, their lives were always intertwined --- until everything became a competition. Same class. Same exams. Same rivalry What once felt like friendship turned into rivalry... and something far more complicated Between sarcastic arguments, silent glances, and unspoken feelings, they find themselves caught in neither of them, ready to admit. But when ego, timings and misunderstandings get in the way... some stories don't fall apart because of distance-- They fall apart because no one ever said what they felt.

"Can I be yours Ahana?" He asks "Your boyfriend, your childhood friend, your rival, your classmate, your next door neighbour, your crankula. Anything just call me yours!" "I'll happily have you Vihaan Sharma, as my boyfriend, as my childhood friend, as my rival, as my classmate, as my next door neighbour and as my crankula. Anything and everything of yours as mine." She says "And me as yours." Ahana Verma believes in discipline, ambition, and never letting emotions get the upper hand. Vihaan Sharma believes in competition, music, and challenging her every step of the way. Once childhood friends bound by innocence, they now stand on opposite sides of rivalry, their easy laughter replaced with sharp banter and unspoken tension. But when debates turn into duets and stolen glances begin to linger, old memories resurface in ways neither of them expected. Surrounded by chaos, friendship, and the pulse of music that refuses to stay quiet, Ahana and Vihaan are forced to confront what truly changed between them. Because once, long ago, a promise was made. A promise worth keeping. Tropes: Grumpy×Sunshine Academic rivals-to-lovers Childhood sweethearts Musical

Phea loves Art but hates The Artists. Paintings are her comfort, her silent companions....soft strokes that speaks what words never could.🌷 But she hates the people who create them... because a betrayal shattered her trust and respect for them. "He abandoned everything he ever claimed to love."💔 She vowed never to forgive the artist who lied and broke her beliefs--- or any of his kind. "An artist can never love their art. Never"⚜️ Years later, fate brings someone in her life...to fulfill a wish... whispered in a different realm. Ian Jewel. A boy with paint-stained hands and a heart full of colors. An artist... brilliant enough to melt the ice castles Phea has build around her. Two souls bound by destiny, pulled together by a red thread only universe could see. She fell for him without knowing his full identity. And when the truth unveiled, she tried to step back... but it was too late. Every rule she wrote begins to blur like wet paint. "If I can't control what I FEEL, then I will control what I WANT, WHOM I want."✨ And for first time, she decided to claim both - the Art and The Artist.🥀

My name is Alina Evan. Only daughter of the best parents in the world. I'm a city girl now, even though I grew up in Bellewood. My purpose? To become the COO of the most successful company in the country. To be young, gifted, and Black, right? No one said it would be easy-but nothing worth having ever is. There's only one problem standing in my way: Damien Laurent. My nemesis. I don't hate people-it's a big word, and I don't throw those around lightly-but I strongly, undeniably despise him. And the worst part? We have a history. I'm Damien Laurent, I don't know what my "Sunshi"-what Alina told you-but... I can explain everything. Really, I can.

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Katherine Moore è una ragazza che non si fa mettere i piedi in testa nemmeno sotto tortura, Dorian Smith è il classico ragazzo popolare con un passato oscuro alle spalle che ha giurato di non volere una relazione seria, riuscirà a mantenere il suo giuramento? Nel mentre Maya Lancaster migliore amica di Katherine si trova alle prese con un vero e proprio matrimonio di convenienza.. Benvenuti alla Whitlock Hall Academy!!!

"Two Souls. One Fate. A Love Written in Blood." They weren't born lucky. They were made by pain. Some lose their parents. Some lose their childhood. But they? They lost everything. And yet... they didn't break. The world tried to crush them, twist them, turn them into something unrecognizable- but somewhere in the chaos, they found each other. Not as lovers. Not at first. But as home. In a life that gave them nothing but scars, they became each other's shelter. Each other's strength. Each other's only family. And for the first time... they felt like maybe-just maybe- God has taken everything... only to give them each other. And that was enough. They didn't crave wealth. They didn't crave power. They didn't even crave peace. They just wanted... each other. But fate isn't kind to broken souls. Because the same darkness that brought them together- ripped them apart. No goodbye. No promises. Just silence... and survival. Still, they didn't stop. Through blood, betrayal, and endless nights, they kept walking... holding onto one fragile hope- Someday... they will meet again. And they did. But not the way they dreamed. Not as family. Not as lovers. But as enemies. Eyes filled with fire. Hands ready to kill. Hearts... pretending not to remember. They stood face to face- not with longing... but with a thirst for each other's blood. Yet something was wrong. Because with every fight... every clash... every moment their eyes met- That hatred started to change. Into something deeper. Something dangerous. Something... forbidden. A feeling they had never allowed themselves to feel before. Was it love? Or just another cruel game fate was playing? Because this time... it wasn't just the world against them. It was God himself. And He wasn't ready to let them be together. So tell me... Will they surrender to fate and let their story end in blood? Or will they burn the world down to complete a love that was never meant to survive?

श्याम तेरी बंसी पुकारे राधा नाम लोग करें मीरा को यूँ ही बदनाम In the corridors of high school, where friendships are fragile and hearts are discovering love for the first time, two completely different souls cross paths. Yashika Awasthy the girl who smiles the brightest while hiding the deepest wounds. Vansh Singhania the boy who trusts no one, yet loves with a depth that could shake his entire world. She fell first. As she gazed at him from afar, her eyes sparkled with adoration. They may think it's just attraction, she whispered to herself, but for me, it's divine like Radha's eternal love for Krishna, like Mata Sati's devotion to her Mahadev. In that moment, she knew her feelings were not fleeting... they were soul-deep. He fell harder. A story of first love, silent healing, and two broken hearts finding home in each other. ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᶠⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱᵐᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ साँवरे की बंसी को बजने से काम राधा का भी श्याम वोतो मीरा का भी श्याम Her "I don't love you because you are perfect... I love you because when I am with you, my broken pieces don't feel broken anymore. In your silence, I find my home... and in your heart, I find the love I was always searching for." Him "I never believed in love. To me, it was just a word people used carelessly. But then you happened... and suddenly, love became a promise I wanted to protect for the rest of my life. You didn't just enter my heart... you became its reason to beat."

In a city that never sleeps, two dangerous lives move behind ordinary faces. Adrian Vale is a calm and calculating mafia heir who handles his world with silent control and precise violence. Serene Kai is a quiet and skilled assassin who hides behind a simple job at a flower shop while completing deadly contracts at night. They live in the same city, crossing paths without ever knowing the truth about each other. As crime, secrets, and hidden power begin to collide, the balance of the underworld starts to shift. Every move they make pulls them closer to a confrontation neither of them expected, where trust is dangerous and survival means reading your enemy before they read you.