Enemies by Name, Lovers by Fate

A Literary Enemies-to-Lovers NovelTwo young artists.Two ancient legacies.One fate that was never meant to bring them together. He is Damo. A young sculptor who sees the figure hidden within the stone. She is Belk. A young painter who brings invisible worlds to life upon an empty canvas. One uncovers what has always been there. The other gives life to what has never existed. Can two people who shape the world so differently ever share the same destiny?Belk It was the finest hours of spring in Paris. Early April.At Gare de Lyon, the stone still held the night's coolness.Since the previous night, the more I thought about what I had done, the more regret settled in me. Within the crowd, I felt myself growing smaller and smaller. As I replayed the events again and again in my mind, my anger toward myself rose. At times, a few words escaped my mouth aloud, as if someone were standing before me. The knowing looks of those around me turned in my direction.For a while, I kept asking the same question: "What have I done?"There was no sign of him. Was he looking for me as well? Were we passing through the same places at different times?Damo After the knife attack in Paris, either the assassin and his observer had lied, or, more likely, what had happened from the beginning had been a trap woven by the Templars. So what was Belk's role in this trap?Was she trying to warn me, or was she a snake drawing the prey deeper into the snare? Suspicion is a powerful poison. Once it seeps into the bloodstream, it is difficult to recover.Belit - The Lady of the Mountain I gestured toward the willow tree beside the altar. Without a word, he turned his head in that direction. We both knew why he had come. The question was only which of us would speak the true intention first.

A Literary Enemies-to-Lovers NovelTwo young artists.Two ancient legacies.One fate that was never meant to bring them together. He is Damo. A young sculptor who sees the figure hidden within the stone. She is Belk. A young painter who brings invisible worlds to life upon an empty canvas. One uncovers what has always been there. The other gives life to what has never existed. Can two people who shape the world so differently ever share the same destiny?Belk It was the finest hours of spring in Paris. Early April.At Gare de Lyon, the stone still held the night's coolness.Since the previous night, the more I thought about what I had done, the more regret settled in me. Within the crowd, I felt myself growing smaller and smaller. As I replayed the events again and again in my mind, my anger toward myself rose. At times, a few words escaped my mouth aloud, as if someone were standing before me. The knowing looks of those around me turned in my direction.For a while, I kept asking the same question: "What have I done?"There was no sign of him. Was he looking for me as well? Were we passing through the same places at different times?Damo After the knife attack in Paris, either the assassin and his observer had lied, or, more likely, what had happened from the beginning had been a trap woven by the Templars. So what was Belk's role in this trap?Was she trying to warn me, or was she a snake drawing the prey deeper into the snare? Suspicion is a powerful poison. Once it seeps into the bloodstream, it is difficult to recover.Belit - The Lady of the Mountain I gestured toward the willow tree beside the altar. Without a word, he turned his head in that direction. We both knew why he had come. The question was only which of us would speak the true intention first.