Ayano Rivals Novels & Stories

“ This will be quite the fun . I can’t wait for you to be my maid for a day . “ said Aron . “ The game has yet to start . Who knows ? Maybe the rich heir Aron Caddel will be my servant for a day . I will be extremely happy to take some photos of yours wearing the servant suit spread them . “ said Ayla with a devilish smirk . “ Then , I guess I should do the same . Having some photos of yours while you are wearing the maid costume with cat ears . But I wouldn’t be as mean as you and spread the photos . “ said Aron . “ I can’t wait to see you lose . “ said Ayla . The game started and booth of them chose their shikigamis . “ Top solo match ? “ asked Aron . “ Top solo mid line without surpassing

Cameron reacted instantly, stepping forward to intercept him, and for a second it was like watching two mirrors collide. Same movements. Same precision. Same speed. They clashed. Not wildly. Not chaotically. But perfectly. Every move matched. Every strike anticipated. It was like they were reading each other’s minds. Wilson stared in horror. “I do not like this,” he said. “This looks like a boss fight.” Irene grabbed his arm. “Move,” she said, pulling him back as the fight pushed closer to us. I couldn’t take my eyes off Cameron. Because he was different now.

Not just against the Devilles, not just against Smarthome. Against Brandon. And this time, I swore to myself—I wouldn’t lose.

Reporters shouted over one another while images of the Anderson family filled the screen. Mia smirked. “I have to admit, seeing Luke dragged away like that was satisfying.” Rachel’s lips curved slightly, but the darkness in her eyes remained. “It’s a shame Mr. Daniels couldn’t be arrested too,” Mia added. Rachel placed her glass down carefully. “That’s okay,” she said quietly. “I just want the empire built on my parents’ blood to crumble.” The hatred in her voice was impossible to miss. Mia studied her carefully before speaking again. “Speaking of the Andersons… what about Austin?”

He was waiting for me, his son and prized competitor, to emerge after my 20-minute break and win the game, bringing him pride once again. Unfortunately, I didn't think victory would be possible tonight. Not when my arch-nemesis, Damario Bloodworth, the prince of the East and my opponent, was waiting for me in that room, holding the weight of my deepest secret in his hands. "Gods, this is a mistake. Turn around and walk away, Zayn. Act like it never happened. If you don't acknowledge it, it never existed." My subconscious mind screamed at me, frantically urging me not to enter that room.

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.

ELYRA Standing right in front of me was one of Nick's competitors that I had to meet a couple of times and from the occasions, we had decided it would be best we never meet ever again. He was egoistic and rude and I wondered what his connection to the Hill's would be so I straightened my expression. “Hello Mr Radriel.” I greeted, putting on a fake smile as I took my seat while Mr Hills beckoned to Radriel while his gaze remained fixated on me.

That was all the permission I needed. I crashed my mouth down on hers, hard and demanding, backing her against the suite door. The hallway was quiet, the chaos from the main deck a distant hum. She tasted like whiskey and salt from her tears, and beneath that, something sweet and addictive. My hand gripped her waist, sliding down to her hip as I pressed my body into hers. What the hell are you doing, Aaron? I thought to myself. I had come to this yacht tonight for one reason only—to watch my rivals make a spectacle of themselves. Laurent Holdings was getting too bold, and the Stones family was the perfect weak link I planned to exploit.

By morning, I looked like hell. “Rough night?” Eli asked as I took the seat he had reserved for me at breakfast. “Yeah. You can say that,” I said, moving my food about on my plate. “Too much birthday champagne?” “Something like that.” I wasn’t about to tell him the truth—that my sworn rival, Lucas Rayne ne, was my fated mate. The idea was ridiculous, even to me. My parents would lose their minds. The pack would see me as weak, maybe even unfit to lead. And Lucas? He’d probably rather rip his own throat out than claim me.

he said, his eyes cutting into mine like he wanted to pull something out of me. I smirked back, lifting my bottle. “Enjoying the peace while it lasts.” His jaw ticked, just for a second, before he leaned back and took another long drink. The table roared again when Marco suggested another round. The bartender slid a tray of shots our way, and hands darted out to grab them. Ryan took his, still with the bottle in hand, and raised the glass in my direction. What was he doing? Was he drunk? “To rivals,” he said, his voice sharp enough that only I really caught the bite behind the toast.