Divine Rivals A Novel Novels & Stories

He was consumed by a celestial inferno, a long-awaited paradise found. Kevin had waited for her with an insane devotion. Craved her, religiously, insatiably, madly. He had never felt such intense emotions before, never cared about his women or their romantic encounters but even the mere thought of Emma being with another man was enough to drive him insane. He couldn't shake off the images of her with Jimin, the way they smiled together, their subtle touches. "After tonight you'll forget every fucking boy you've ever been with while I claim you mine," Kevin snarled, his voice dripping with venom and possessiveness.

Mila politely shooed him off. "Right, pardon me." He chuckled inoffensively and walked away. She did not care taking a second glance at him…whoever he was. She needed minimum distraction right now. ________&&_______&&_________ Heyyyyyyyy everyone, We have finally hit 100 chapters. Thanks to all of you reading. Your support means a lot to me…and Mila, lol. Please, don't forget to vote for My Rival's Desire as your favourite book so that others can read the story too.

“Rival... Rival... Rival...” Oh my God, that feels so good.

She kicked off her heels and kept moving. “Purpose? How could you not know?” Ace pressed and Valerie Paused on her step s. “For your information,” she snapped, turning to glare, “my sister wants the Moon Goddess dead. She keeps saying the Moon Goddess was reborn. She—” Valerie swallowed. “She’s best friends with the Hybrid King.” Ace’s face went cold..... He took a step forward. “What?” Valerie stepped back instinctively as his closeness stiffened the tension between them. “I just found out, okay? Stop treating me like a criminal.” She forced a yell that had no humor. “You should never have been here in the first place.”

My voice died in my throat. I stepped forward, my eyes locking onto his exposed forearm, and the world tilted on its axis. I expected the heavy, protective sleeves of tattoos that had looked so raw and dominant against my bare skin. Instead, there was absolutely nothing. His forearm was bare, pale, and smooth, the skin already reddening from the heat. No ink, no scars from laser removal and no trace that a tattoo had ever existed. I was completely mortified. If I wasn't losing my mind... and if this man's arms were pristine...

My hand moved to his waist and pulled him closer, letting him feel my arousal against his thigh. The moment I squeezed his ass, he slapped my hand away. “No, this ain't right.” His breathing was heavy, eyes wide with something primal, and another resembling panic. Then, there was denial. He didn't want to admit that it was me, Ronan Devereaux, his arch enemy, making his heart pound so hard in his chest. “Mercer, I've never been the one to do something just because they were right or not. I don't deny or lie like you do, pretending to be holy.”

“If he marries her, he’s definitely inheriting everything. I need a stronger political marriage, but there’s no one left.” Daniel hummed on the other end, clearly thinking. “What about Brandon?” I stopped pacing. “Brandon?” I repeated, like the name itself was poisonous. Brandon Kingsley was the last person I’d ever consider for anything, let alone marriage. The thought alone made my stomach twist. We were rivals. He was the guy who stole the fraternity president position from me. The guy who always outshined me, no matter how hard I worked. But worse than that— He was a man and it's well known that he was gay

“I, for one, cannot wait for this year’s Trials. Some of the challenges I thought of all by myself. And I’m eager to watch it play out.” Rhys scanned the crowd, his grin widening as the air suddenly grew stiff. Toby couldn’t help but be impressed. The Gold heir had a knack for producing such a sinister vibe that emanated whenever he willed it. “From this point forward, I, the great Rhys Gold, and my associates Toby Irons, Arthur Leadquist, and Maddox McCopper will now be known as your Metallic Lords. Or Lord for shorts, we’ll give you that preference.

But deep in my chest, beneath the burning hatred, a tiny seed of unease had taken root. Why did his touch feel both repulsive and… familiar? Why did those emerald eyes make something ancient stir inside my sealed powers? I shoved the thought away violently. This was only the beginning. I would escape this place. I would regain my divinity. And when I did, Caelum Nikolaus would be the first to fall. As they pulled me down the corridor, I caught a snippet of nervous whispering between two maids watching from a doorway. “…east wing again. The master said no one is allowed near that room…”

Dana watched as the two Alphas locked eyes in a silent standoff, their auras crashing into each other in relentless waves of dominance. Dominik’s power spread outward like a glacial storm–cold, suffocating, merciless, while Marcus’s rose to meet it, fierce and blazing, an untamed inferno refusing to bow. Her gaze shifted to Marcus, disbelief flickering across her features. Never had she felt his aura surge like this. She had always known he was strong, but she had never imagined his strength could stand on equal ground with a monster like Dominik Whitmore.