Enemies to lovers Stories

You really hurt my feelings, you know. That first time you invited me over to your mom’s house. It was Christmas time. Real Christmas time, not the endless, unnatural jingle hell that you and I live in every day, working for Winter Wonderland. You’d think after three years of shoveling reindeer shit to a steady soundtrack of Bing Crosby and Mariah Carey, I’d be relieved to go home to an empty apartment and a dinner of fuc...

My feet drag across carpet as I slump into my apartment and shut the door behind me. The lights fizz like ginger ale when I flick the switch, and the crackling feeling they produce sends a delicious shiver up my spine. The sensation of electricity nearly distracts me from the exhaustion setting in, but not quite. The kitchen sink is filled with dishes. I only wash one bowl for tonight, leaving the rest to sit another day....

Chapter 1 Bianca was exhausted. She stumbled through the tall grass, clutching her basket of freshly picked mushrooms in one hand and her skirt in the other, as she hastily made her way back to the familiar grounds of her cottage vicinity. It had been a long day of work for the young brunette beauty. She had set out early in the morning to the perimeter of her land in order to reinforce the magical shield that protected h...

Mark put the car in park in his office parking lot, sighed his daily defeated sigh, and then opened his door to begin yet another day of pointless office work. The Tesla driver parked beside him was parked on the dividing parking space line, so he could only crack open his door and hold his breath as he squeezed out of the parking spot. He grabbed his shoulder bag and coffee, but the cup slipped from his fingers. He dove...

"Sloane." My boss made my name sound like a reprimand. I looked up from my desk, already dreading his next words. "I need you to work late this evening." "Sir, I can't tonight," I protested. "Sure you can." He placed a folder before me, tapping it with his fingertip for emphasis. "But it's Friday!" He paused in the middle of putting on his suit coat. "So?" "So..." I tried to think of a convincing excuse. "I have a date, a...

I stare at the commit message: Reverted Jane's changes. Done by Mark, timestamped from the evening before. Mark has done some things that drive me crazy, but this takes the cake. I see him across the office, standing around laughing with some people, so I leave my desk and interrupt the conversation, “Hey Mark, could I talk to you for a sec?” He responds with an offhand, “Sure.” I try to rein in my anger as I lead the way...