Divine Rivals Cover Novels & Stories

"I-if.. you.. don't.." "Maybe.. yes? Maybe not?" was all Zayn had to say before turning his glance at the space of pole dance. The girls continued to display their performance in the hope of attracting the boss's attention and get lucky to serve him in the bed. Yet today seemed harder than any other day. However, one of the men gathered the courage in their veins by bringing the heated topic in the room, which made all of them turn shut. "We shouldn't forget that her father.. is Aiken. She has his blood, his line of heir. If we..." However he was cut short when Zayn passed the chiller glance in his direction.

I fought the urge to gag. “Hello ladies,” One of them stepped forward, although his eyes were glued on Faith. “You both look gorgeous tonight.” Faith rolled her eyes, activating whatever obscene powers the Moon Goddess had gifted her for talking to boys. “Ugh, gods no. These dresses that they make us wear…The oranges and yellows do not work with my skin tone.” I looked down at my own dress, considering her words. Our pack, the Dandelion Prime, traditionally dressed in golden yellows and oranges, an array of colors that resembled the sunset. Truthfully, the warm colors had always brought me joy. I liked them.

It made his ruff want to rise, his teeth ache with the need to bite down on something soft and yielding. Jax Harlan. He’d hated the guy for three seasons. Big, mouthy enforcer who never backed down, always chirping just loud enough to get under Ronan’s skin. Ronan had told himself it was rivalry. Simple. Clean. Now it felt anything but. A knock sounded against the partition. Marek, his alternate captain, leaned in. “You good, Cap?” Ronan didn’t look up. “No.” Marek hesitated. “They’re saying Harlan presented. Full omega. Right after your hit.”

In a lowered voice, Argo hissed, “What are you doing? Let me go! I finally get to see my goddess again!” “She’s not for you,” Alaric replied icily. “I don’t care what you think! Just because you’re not like her doesn’t mean you can block me from trying!” For a moment, Alaric was silent, something flickering in his eyes. Then his next words dropped like a bomb. “Who says I’m not into her?”

But without money or power, and trapped within Brandon’s territory, escape was impossible, let alone taking my mother with me. Suddenly, the hospital room door creaked open. A chill slithered down my spine as I recognized the man standing there—unfamiliar, yet somehow known. “Fabian Mortensen?” “You know me,” he said simply. The man’s calm and composed demeanor filled the room as he slowly walked to my bedside. He looked down at me, then smiled faintly. “Makes sense. After all the time you spent with Brandon, you’d know who his rival is.” “What are you doing here?” I forced myself upright as I eyed him with caution. His methods were no more merciful than Brandon’s.

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

Ignoring the pain shooting through my jaw, I sneered, “You’re the shameless one, Juniper Green. Weren’t you hopelessly in love with Sean in our previous life? Didn’t you hate me for standing between the two of you? Weren’t you the one who personally signed off on the agreement to donate my bone marrow and sent me to my death? So now that I’ve willingly stepped aside and fulfilled your dream of being together, why do you care who I’m with?” Juniper’s eyes widened in shock, and her hand froze on my chin. “You… You’ve been reborn as well?” she asked. I shoved her hand away and straightened up, my gaze sweeping over both her and Sean. “What? Are you surprised? If the two of you can be reborn, wh

The announcer’s voice bounced off the high ceiling: “The Falcons versus the Rivens — two teams on the road to finals. Today we find out who’s who.” We filed in. I pulled my helmet down and adjusted the strap and looked across at the Rivens as we lined up to greet them. They looked angry. Not the focused, competitive kind. The other kind — the kind that comes in already carrying something and intends to put it somewhere. I filed it and moved on. The whistle blew. Kai appeared at my shoulder the moment play began, close enough that I could hear him above the noise.

They'll definitely be even stronger this year! [Wow, they're top students from an elite high school! They carry themselves so differently!] When Connor and I entered, the camera swung toward us. The livestream exploded, and the comments went wild. [What the hell?! Why are they here?!] [AHHHHHHHHHH! It's Anita Rivers and Connor Thompson! The joint champions from two competitions ago!] [Excuse me, but who are they?] [You must be new. Two competitions ago, these two destroyed the leaderboard! They took joint first by a huge margin and finished hundreds of points above the second runner-up!]

he replied as the wind blew his shirt backwards. "Wow!" I exclaimed. He smirked. "You can touch too. However long you want." "Move," I said, walking past him to get a better view of the beautiful scenery in front of me. The venue, a spacious clearing near the edge of the village, was soon adorned with colorful banners, fairy lights, and makeshift stages. The simple charm of the village combined with the youthful exuberance promised a unique and memorable evening. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the delicious aroma of food being prepared. A platform had been set up with a playlist that blended classic hits with modern beats, ensuring everyone found a rhythm to move to. I could se