Enemies To Lovers Romance Quotes

“She’s Dante’s daughter and Vittorio’s granddaughter. Machiavellianism runs in her dirty blood.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I had this woman. The devotion in her voice, the worship in those molten brown eyes—I had the world. But then I destroyed it. And now I’ve got nothing but ashes.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“She’s always in my head, like an unsolved puzzle. She has always been a mystery. And the more I learn about her, the more confused I become.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“So are we clear? You are my slave for the next three months, if that term helps you understand your position better.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Bennett, I have zero interest in you.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I’d be an idiot to feel something for him when he’s already taken.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“For the first time, I feel her waist, exactly like I imagined. Soft. Supple. Covered in a layer of warmth that clings to my palms like a perfectly worn leather grip on a trusted sidearm.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I’m not supposed to act on the thoughts that cross my mind. Obviously. Even if I wanted to act on them, I can’t. How can I act on the thought of touching his jaw to know how his stubble feels? Or the thought of licking his lips to see if they carry the scent of tobacco? Or the thought of tracing his abs just to know if they’re as hard as his chest?”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“She’s facing the ocean, her black waves dancing in the night breeze, the moonlight brushing against her skin. Muse.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Fucking hell, muse. What are you doing to me?”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Damn it. She even smells delicious.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Don’t force me to show you exactly how much of this is my concern.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs.
“Ruined and untouched, all at once.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I can see your dirty thoughts written all over your face, wife. Keep your focus on the meeting so I can do the same.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Now breathe in,” he murmurs, even more seductively. “Out.”
And my damned brain imagines something very not meditation-related.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Is your head spinning better now, dear wife?”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Tell me you want me, Abigail.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“You have no idea what you are to me.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Run all the way to the middle of the ocean!” he calls behind me.
“Let me see who saves you today!”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“Look at you. Tied up in my favorite tie, dripping for forgiveness you’re not getting.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I murmur, “Don’t call me your wife.”
He whispers, “I will. That word tells me you’re mine. My wife. My Abigail. My muse.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“He rubs my cheek with his knuckles, his eyes following the movement like a man possessed.
“Unreal. Maddening.”
His darkened amber eyes lift to mine. “Muse.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I hate you, Alexander.”
“Hate me, muse,” he whispers in trembling voice. “Hate me all you want, but come back to me. Hate me. Love me. Fight me. But do it in my arms.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“I have everything without you, wife, and it means nothing. I don’t want anything but you.”
― Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves

“¿Qué le veía? Era un simplón que no dejaba de sonreír en todo el día. Cuando estaban en el instituto, los maestros lo amaban, el director lo premiaba por cualquier estupidez y las chicas se volvían locas por él.”
― Sofía Sahlym

“Taron se fijó en su rostro con más detención por primera vez: unos pómulos marcados, la piel delgada casi chocando con sus huesos, una nariz que acababa en una curva pequeña, sus ojos color musgo. Mentira, no se estaba fijando en sus rasgos por primera vez; ya lo había hecho antes. Lo llevaba haciendo desde primero de preparatoria.”
― Sofía Sahlym, Antes de la cosecha: 14 cuentos otoñales

“Claire shook her head. “I’m not that young. In dance years I’m practically middle-aged. I can probably compete for another ten years, but once I hit thirty, I’ll be ancient. That’s why it’s so important to compete in Blackpool now, I don’t have time to waste. Once I’ve made a name for myself as a dancer, then I can relax a little and take it easy.”
“And here I thought I’d been partnered with a nice young lady,” Luca joked. “Are those highlights or grey hairs?”
Claire scowled. “That’s not funny.”
“What’s funny is your Cuban motion,” Luca continued, “I thought your hips were stiff because you’re not used to moving them, but maybe you just have arthritis.”
“Seriously,” Claire’s mouth twitched, “stop it.”
“Or what, you’re going to chase after me with your cane, Grandma?”
― Ruby Fink, Chispa: One’s Passion

“If a fairy godmother arrived to grant me three wishes right now, one would be x-ray vision. How? How did I go from hating Rafe Gallagher with every drop of my soul to desperately wishing we were both naked?”
― Nisha J. Tuli, Not Safe for Work

“Why do you want to marry me?” I ask.
This is not a conversation I ever imagined having.
“You gave yourself over to me, as I did you,” Pestilence says. “You are mine, mind, spirit, flesh.”
Ugh. Definitely working with an Old Testament God here. Pestilence probably expects two cows and four goats from my father too.”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence

“I want to start my morning all dirty with someone, and you're the only one who's perfect for me — (Alpha Diego)”
― Blessing Okosi, Take Me, Alpha Lord (Part 1): Werewolf. Mafia. Dangerously Addictive.