Enemytolover Stories

[JK : it's time to break you Wifey, I'm gonna f*ck you like a sl*t ] Y/N once dreamed of a lifetime with Jungkook, but one heartbreaking decision turned their love into endless resentment. But Now, he has married her-not out of love, but to make her suffer. Every day, he brings other women home, forcing her to watch to see her husband f*cking other women.... JK : "Look at me, wifey. Don't you dare close your eyes." "watch me f*cking with someone else the place that was supposed to be yours." 🔞🔞🔞 [ Forced, Smut, Explicit content, marriage of revenge, Drama , R*pe, unexpected twist, Mystery, Dark Romance] Please do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt this story without my permission. This work is the result of my time, creativity, and effort, and I kindly ask everyone to respect that. ✨ A small note for my readers ✨ This story, its plot, scenes, emotions, and character creations are my original work. Please do not copy, rewrite, or repost my content without permission. All characters in this story are completely fictional and imaginary. #Jungkookff #forcedmarriage #JKFF #Heartbreak #Darkromance

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

The story is about a 29 year old girl named as "Aarohi Ahlawat" independent and cardiologist by profession and she is the main character of our story. She lives with her family. In her family (Her father her mother her little brother and herself). Her family is middle class and come from village in Haryana and now they live in city pune. She is blunt or outspoken (say everything on face). She didn't want to marry her whole lifetime due to her in security about marriage Our another main character named "Vedant Roy" He is 31 years old. He is the CEO of his company and his father company after his father left CEO post. He owns his company at the age of 25 and become a billionaire and the is of 27 he loves his family but has anger issues, due to these anger issues people generally outsiders thought about him that he is rude,arrogant and egoistic but he is not like that even . Generally he didn't believe in love but fell in love with Aarohi Ahlawat at first sight. There stories are in this book and Please give it a chance and read it Hope you will love this Before judging please read author note. Love you readers ❤️ 💞 ❤️🥰 Jai shree Hari ❤️ Thank you for giving it a chance ❤️

One rules with fear...Other rules with heart. Kim Taehyung, the cold and merciless Emperor of Korea, knows no mercy, no love... no weakness. His word is law, his glance alone can crush kingdoms. Jeon Jungkook, the golden-hearted prince of Haneul and adored by all. But when war descends upon his peaceful kingdom, Jungkook is forced to make the impossible choice MARRIAGE... or watch his people die. A kingdom on the brink of destruction. A ruler who has never known emotion. One Empire. One prince. One force Marriage. plot:- • Top Taehyung • Bottom Jungkook • Force Marriage • Hate to Love • Slow Burn • Power × Love • Angst × Comfort • Destiny Bound • Mpreg • Imperial Era • Royal Dynasty [This work is original and belongs to me. I do not grant permission to anyone to translate this book to any languages.]

"They are like two opposing poles, destined to repel each other... yet irresistibly drawn together." Two brilliant minds. Two sworn rivals. A deep-seated hatred masking a tension neither of them dares to acknowledge. Y/n L/N, a prodigy in every sense of the word, has one goal: to become a top-tier surgeon. Senku Ishigami, a genius in science, dreams of conquering space. Both are the best in their respective fields, locked in a fierce rivalry that has lasted for as long as they can remember. But when a school project forces them to collaborate on a scientific study of human emotions and attachment, everything shifts. Proximity, contact, constant observation... All factors that push them to confront a truth they refuse to accept. Because if science proves that opposite poles attract, how could they possibly be the exception? In a battle of wits, sharp retorts, and unexpected discoveries, they must face a paradox no formula can solve: between hatred and fascination, where does rivalry end... and attraction begin? Dr. Stone does not belong to me! Only the story and certain characters are my own creation! This fiction will start before the petrification but it'll follow the anime afterwards :) ★†★ Tuesday, April 22, 2025 #16 in science #3 in enemies to lovers #7 in Senku #15 in drstone Friday, April 25, 2025 #1 IN ENEMIES TO LOVERS 💖✨

À treize ans, ils lui ont donné une lame et lui ont appris à savoir à qui elle répondrait par le sang. Jamais le sien. Mais maintenant, la reine est morte. Au-dessus d'elle, trois jeunes princes veillent sur un trône trop grand pour leurs mains et ceux qui les affrontent meurent avec leurs secrets encore enfouis. Et la fille qu'ils appellent meurtrière est sur le point d'apprendre que la vérité ne te sauve pas. Elle te dit juste ce que tu perds réellement. Que le monde brûle, Madame.

Besides Ben, Beauty and the Beast had a younger daughter. Her name is Beatrice. Like her older brother, she supported the idea of providing a good life for the children of villains, because the children are not to blame for anything. Beatrice, despite her title of princess, was usually very secretive. Like her mother, she loved to read and mostly devoted all her free time to books. But Beatrice had her own personal hobby. She also wrote poetry and books that she considered her own works, but which she did not want to share. One day Beatrice finally went to school, the princess was, so to speak, homeschooled. Upon entering the school building, she looked around for her close friend Chloe Charming. Not seeing her, she decided to move on, continuing to look for her friend. But, looking around, she does not notice anything ahead. Carelessly stumbles, and almost falls. The princess is deftly picked up by the one who almost caused her fall. It was Max Hatter. When she came to her senses, she gathered up her fallen things, after which the two began to argue about who should have passed by. Chloe interrupts the argument by approaching Beatrice and leading her away from the scene of the conflict. But when the princess left, Max saw a piece of paper with poems that were apparently written by this girl. It would have been his style to throw it away, but for some reason he folded it up and hid it at his place to return it after school. He didn't understand why he did it. Really, to see her again? ------------------------- DISCLAIMER! There may be mistakes in some words, since I can write in haste, I ask you to forgive me in advance. I hope you like it, I will try my best on each chapter.

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Bagi Ungku Cinta Kirana, Peristiwa yang berlaku semasa makan malam itu hanyalah semua mimpi yang takkan dilupakan buatnya. Mana taknya. Makanan masakkannya terjatuh ke salah satu tetamu yang hadir. Tapi itu bukan yang terakhir. Tanpa dia tahu. Peristiwa itu akan berulang lagi. Cuma berbeza tempat dan beza Masa. "Saya, dah mintak maafkan? Kenapa nak marah-marah macam harimau kelaparan ini? Tunku yang halang jalan saya. Bukan salah saya" -𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐔 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀- "Eh, Pandai eh kau menjawab" -𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐔𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈 𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋- "Memanglah pandai, saya kan ada mulut. Bukan Tunku je yang ada mulut"-𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐔 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀- Sedangkan, Tunku Muda Razi Ismail sudah lama menahan sabarnya terhadap Ungku Kirana. Kalau bukan kerana hubungan baik antara keluarga mereka, sudah lama dia mengambil tindakan undang-undang terhadap Ungku Kirana itu. Selepas 2 tahun kejadian itu berlalu, Mereka ditemukan semula. Apabila Ungku Kirana menjadi 'Assistand' nya di dalam Perusahan Setia berhad. "Kalau kuah Laksam kau dah jatuh macam ni dekat baju aku. Kau rasa aku boleh pergi meeting ke dengan pakaian aku macam ni?" -𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐔𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈 𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋- "Saya dah mintak maafkan? Takkan Tunku ada satu baju je? Kata anak raja. Takkan tak mampu beli lebih dari satu baju?" -𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐔 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀- Setiap hari, Setiap masa, Setiap jam dan minit. Mesti ada saja benda yang berlaku di office benda yang kecik pun boleh jadi besar. "Kau buat apa dengan dapur aku, Kirana" -𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐔𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈 𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋- "Masak kuah laksam,Tunku nak rasa? Sedap tau. Saya selalu guna resepi arwah mama saya. Papa saya pun approve tau masakkan saya. Tunku nak rasa?"-𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐔 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀-

I don't know the original story, but it seems I've possessed the fake bride in a romantic comedy. In case I was caught being a fake bride in the future, I've already come up with a solid plan to win over the male lead and everyone around him. "This marriage is just a business deal." Sigh, so typical. You'll end up as my doormat anyway, so what's with the attitude? All I did was go around spreading endless positive energy and a sunny smile, like a proper romantic comedy heroine should be... So why does the male lead keep looking like he's being tormented? "I don't like you." I just brushed off his coldness and thought of it as the usual denial phase before he falls for me. He gave me a look of resignation, as if he was looking at a wall that I couldn't get over-but his ears were bright red. Even though he said no with his mouth, his body was honest. "...It's not like I can lock you up, can I?" It seems like he's starting to fall for me... But why does his obsession feel like something out of a dark angst novel? I had no idea the original story was actually an 'emotionally destructive' genre known for being dangerously toxic. Ah-whatever! I say it's a rom-com! A healing romantic story! #A heroine who thinks she's in a rom-com but is actually in an angst novel😂 #The tr*shy male lead from a dark original story #Male lead treats the heroine coldly #But the sunshine+strategic heroine is unfazed #Misunderstanding trope #Romcom #Satisfying #MutualHealing

he is my biggest enemy a vampire and i'm a werewolf even the world made us an enemy but i still couldn't leave him she is my worst nightmare in every way possible my biggest enemy yet she is mine

gxg "Loving you never scared me. Everything waiting for us if we crossed that line did." Han Seorin had never been interested in breaking rules. Not until Kang Ara entered her life. First as a rival. Then as a friend. And slowly, as someone she found impossible to let go of. At an age when they were still chasing dreams and trying to become the people their families wanted them to be, Seorin and Ara began falling into something neither of them knew how to name. Because being young made everything feel possible- right until they had something to lose.

Frostbite in winters... Are you still willing to continue?

Enemy to lover entre Aro Nightfal. Possibilité de SMUT ou Lemon (y'auras un trigger warning au début). A chaque début de chapitre si y'a besoin de trigger warning y'en auras un. Il y a plusieurs pov sur d'autre OC (4 OC's en tout). Mais principalement ce seras centré sur Draco Malfoy et Aro Nigthfall. L'histoire commenceras l'hors de la première années en même tant que Harry, Ron, Hermione et Draco

I was supposed to die that day. Instead, I lied. Pretending to lose my memory was the only way to survive after falling into Loki's hands. But the God of Lies is impossible to fool. He knows I'm acting. And somehow, that makes this even worse. Because instead of killing me, he smiles... and tells me I'm his wife.

Sloane Hastings is the "Duchess" of Northwood Heights-a girl whose future is a perfectly polished masterpiece of Ivy League schools, corporate law, and a strategic marriage to the town's golden heir. But the masterpiece is cracking. After a chance encounter on the wrong side of the tracks, Sloane meets Archer Reed, a rugged South Side mechanic who doesn't care about her family's name or her billion-dollar legacy. In the grease and grit of his garage, Sloane finds something she never knew she was missing: a choice. Faced with an ultimatum from her powerful father and the crushing weight of a dynasty, Sloane must decide if she's willing to lose it all to find herself. Is the safety of a gilded cage worth the price of her soul, or is she brave enough to leave the fortress behind and stand in the rain?

Sofia, une jeune fille de 22 ans qui est encore à l'université, et qui, entre temps, aide sa mère dans sa boutique de fleur. Un jour, elle pédalait à toute vitesse sur son vélo et il a dans une flaque d'eau. Malheureusement pour elle, un jeune homme se trouvait juste à côté et son café ainsi que de l'eau sur renversait sur son beau t-shirt blanc. Elle lui donne des astuces et lui prête son parfum de Jasmin, pour faire oublier l'odeur. Serait-ce le début d'une histoire ?

The first time Zara Ahmed saw him, she was on the ice and he was standing over her. He didn't offer a hand. He offered advice weight distribution, blade angle, technique - like she was a problem to be corrected, not a person who had just fallen. Then he walked away. She got up herself. She always does. Six months later, that same man is sitting at her dining table, sent by her mother, here to tutor her for the entire semester. Rohan Mehra. Calm, composed, annoyingly brilliant. And acting like he has never seen her before in his life. The thing is Zara isn't sure he's telling the truth. And the other thing is somewhere between the sessions she's deliberately ruining and the arguments she's starting on purpose, she's starting to wonder if hating him is actually as simple as she thought. It isn't. Obviously it isn't. Yeh stories kabhi simple nahi hoti.

„A demon... hiding in the darkness." The boy before her was Mark - the same quiet boy she once saved. The one everyone ignored and bullied. But that night, his purple eyes glowed, and a terrifying grin spread across his face. „Mark is just the name of this pathetic soul. I am Nishimura Niki." He wasn't human... He was a demon trapped inside a human body. 𖤐 ───── ⋆｡°✩ 🩸 ✩°｡⋆ ───── 𖤐

A cold hearth is a weak house. For twenty-three years, that was the law of the Solar capital. It was the reason Sloane Vaelith was forced to swallow a bitter, copper-colored tincture every morning, drowning the forbidden winter of her inner dragon so her sister's bright, loud sparks could inherit the room. It was the reason she was bartered away to Crown Prince Dominic, a line item on an engagement manifest meant to clear her father's mounting debts. But everything is a transaction, and a transaction only lasts until the scale breaks. On the steps of the imperial altar, the contract is shattered. Deemed a defective, heatless asset, Sloane is publicly stripped of her titles and exiled to the brutal frontier of the Northern Marches, bound by an ancient clause to the ruthless Warlord Constantine. The capital thought they were burying an embarrassment in the snow. They entirely failed to look at the books. In the isolation of the mountains, the medicine burns out, and Sloane's true frost dragon physiology awakens alongside Constantine's subterranean furnace. She did not spend her years of managed silence weeping; she spent them mapping out the exact structural and financial vulnerabilities of her birth house. Free from her chains, Sloane is ready to unleash an ancient, unyielding winter upon the very empire that discarded her.