Divine Rivals Cover Novels & Stories

Victor finally said while swirling the alcohol inside his glass. “Isn’t this world built for men to enjoy?” The atmosphere changed instantly. Ryan slowly looked up at him. Adam pressed his lips together, already sensing trouble coming. Even Zane looked slightly nervous. But Ryan answered calmly. “I don’t need intoxication to prove my masculinity, sir.” Victor’s fingers tightened around his glass. Ryan continued in the same composed tone. “And this world isn’t made only for men. Men and women both deserve to enjoy life equally.” He lifted his lemonade slightly.

My fists were clenched tightly at my sides, my jaw was set, and my head was held high with my back straight as I walked down the hallway, mentally counting each step and silently praying to whatever gods were listening that I wouldn't meet anyone on my way until I reached the door. That same door that, despite being right in front of me, seemed impossibly far away. Noises echoed from outside the building – not just any building, but the nation's media house. Outside, over one hundred thousand people from across the nation had gathered, arguing and silently waiting to see who would win tonight's game between Sunhaven and Dawnlands. They wanted to know which of the two greatest packs in the na

His face was all emotionless as he stared at me with nothing but disgusting, loathing, and hatred. My heart squeezed. I opened my mouth, desperate to say something, anything, but before I could, the voice of the MC boomed through the hall. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the special event that will shake the whole city of manchester…” The crowd erupted in mad cheers, while others murmured in confusion. “I guess it's time for the proposed competition, see you there, My Rival” Andrian said before going away with the woman beside him. Her distant laughter rang like the horn of hell to my ears.

Unexpected Rivalry – Competition fuels tension – Competing for a scholarship, their rivalry turns personal, increasing both frustration and desire. 28. Heartbeats – Realization of feelings – Moments of reflection reveal growing attachment and undeniable attraction. 29. Dorm Encounter 2.0 – More than teasing – Their teasing escalates to intimate touches, pushing boundaries further. 30. Conflicted Hearts – Desire vs. pride – Internal conflicts arise as they wrestle with wanting each other but not wanting to lose the upper hand. 31. Midnight Confession – Whispered truths – Late-night honesty brings vulnerability and closeness. 32. First Intimate Night – Fire ignites fully – Pride falls away as

“The signal.” Victor nodded once. “Yes.” A beat. “They reached out.” Silence. Not disbelief. Not confusion. Something heavier. “Who are they,” Damian asked. Victor’s gaze shifted briefly toward the dark horizon, then back. “A rival group.” Evelyn’s stomach tightened. “Rival how.” Victor didn’t soften it. “Same level of resources. Same level of knowledge.” A pause. “Different objective.” Damian’s voice lowered. “Which is.” Victor looked back at Silas.

They wanted individual shots first, then paired photos showing tension and competition. Everything was going fine until the director called for volunteers. “I need one player from each team for the main rivalry spread,” he said. “Something intense. Eye contact, physicality, real hatred in the frame.” Kael raised his hand almost immediately. My heart stopped. “Yes, Kael Dravin?” the director asked. Kael’s voice was calm but confident. “I know exactly who I want to pair with.” He turned and pointed straight at me. “Riven Ashford.”

"Mrs. Callahan, it's so good to finally meet you." "Please, call me Maggie. And it's wonderful to meet you too. Theodore talks about you all the time." That was a lie but Dana beamed like it was true. Douglas appeared next and they did the introductions with handshakes as Dana was already charming everyone like she always did. Then Elijah walked out and I felt my entire body tense. "Dana, this is Elijah," I said, keeping my tone and face neutral. "My mom's fiancé's son." Dana's eyes lit up with recognition. "The rival! Oh my god, Theodore's told me so much about you guys playing against each other. It must be so weird living together."

Dominic instructed, waving a dismissive hand toward Valerie's modest picks, "and throw them away." "Dominic!" Valerie gasped. Ignored completely, Dominic began sweeping through the high-end racks with practiced, ruthless precision. He pulled off a backless emerald-green silk slip gown, a bold burgundy dress with a slit that reached the thigh, strappy crystal heels, tailored Italian blazers, and lacy, seductive evening wear, tossing item after item into the arms of the breathless attendants.

“Signed this morning. Official statement went out thirty minutes ago. And they didn’t stop there. They announced they’ll be competing for the bid. High-profile. Cocky. They basically said they’re going to crush everyone else.” For a second, all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. The Devilles. Brandon’s family. Of course. I leaned forward, gripping the edge of my desk. “Smarthome was second only to us.” “Exactly,” Irene said. “And now they’re backed by Deville money and resources. Which means…” “They’re gunning for us,” I finished bitterly. Irene nodded, lips pursed. “They want to win, Cameron. Badly.”

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.