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Enemies to Lovers and Reverse

Warning: Mature Content A match made in Hell: Mr. I'm-too-sexy-to-wear-shirts and Miss I-hate-all-men are living together!!! Did fate throw them together or was it just a meddling best friend? After being fired from her 20th part-time job just as the rent of her apartment skyrocketed, Emily had no choice but to find a roommate. The past she's forgotten and desperately been trying to run away from, caught up to her in the form of a sexy, shirtless sex addict called Blake Garcia...her roommate! Bound by each other's dark secrets, pasts, and a stupid roommate contract they're stuck together. Secrets don't make friends, but they might just turn enemies into lovers and reverse. Excerpt: Emily angrily folded her arms and impatiently tapped her foot on the tiled floor as she glared at the oblivious, shirtless man. She cleared her throat and he finally looked up from his phone, "Yes?" Emily narrowed her eyes accusingly, "Where is it?" Blake sat up from the couch and placed his phone on the center table, "Where is what?" "My pink lace underwear, you perv!" she accused through gritted teeth. Blake gasped, "You actually own sexy underwear?" Emily's arms fell to her side and she tightly clenched her fists, "Tell me where you hid my underwear and no one gets hurt." ------ DollyRoma: I was trying to try continue this, but I lost interest. Also, my writing style changed a lot so it'd be like two different stories. Thank you for reading my first novel and for all the support! Please check out my newest novel! If you wish to read any of my other work, check out 'Blood Bound to Elias', a thriller romance novel! Follow me on Instagram: dolly_.roma **Cover art is not owned by me, credits go to the original owner

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I'll need you to fight him

Emily didn't want to get caught snooping around so she quickly gathered the broken pieces of the frame as well as the picture that was inside and rushed down the stairs.

Not knowing what to do or where to go, she quickly flung the broken pieces of the frame out the window into a leafy plant growing nearby. Emily plopped down on the couch in the living room and breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't hear Hope coming down.

She looked in her hand at the photograph and read the words scribed on the back of it, "My sweet daughters."

Emily then turned it around and looked attentively at the five persons in the photograph. She easily identified Hope even though she looked a bit younger and a lot different; assumed that the mature-looking man and woman in the back were the parents but didn't know who the other two girls were.