I Became The Hero's Rival Novel Novels & Stories

Lily felt something close to pure joy. Every ounce of everything she'd swallowed down for months poured out with each swing, folding itself into the crumpled, ruined metal. Sweat streamed down her face. Her arms buzzed and went numb from the impact. The cramping in her stomach flared, dull and distant beneath the adrenaline none of it mattered. For one fleeting moment, this felt incredible. "Lily!" Nathan came sprinting out of the house in his slippers, closing the distance fast. He wrenched the hammer out of her hands and hurled it into the hedge nearby.

Shame coated his silence. Racheal had fought for everything. Orphaned at fourteen, cast aside by her family who had only wanted her father’s company, she had learned to survive on her own. Life had been brutal—menial jobs, abusive environments, and countless foster homes. She had endured it all, not for herself, but for Carl. He was her only family, and she had vowed to give him a better future, even if it meant stealing, lying, and conning her way through life.

Sighing, I close my book and lean over to turn off the night, knowing that I wasn’t going to get any reading in tonight. I just don’t understand how all of this happened. One moment I’m helping my best friend plan for the biggest moment of her life, and the next I’m getting whisked away to an unknown place with a murderous man as my mate who doesn’t even want me. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes but I blink them back furiously, refusing to let myself cry in front of him. I will not allow him to view me as weak, as I’m sure he already does so.

He let Lance explain things to Darwin. "Our and Liam's group were rivals in Manila. Nobody wanted Dana to die. She was just dragged into our fight. But Hero took all the blame so that we, his friends, would not be punished. He left our school and never showed up again. That's the truth. Hero came to Casa de Oro to leave his old life and start anew while suffering from that loss all by himself..."

I’m not about to disappoint her just because of someone else’s rush job. ++++++++++++++++++++ "Lyra, so glad to see you..." "Oh dear, we have company? Hello, there young man. Come in, come in..." "Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet my student in Business Law and Policies this semester. His name is Hero. Hero, this is Rino, my dad and this is my mom, Celia." "It's an honor to meet you sir... ma'am..." Shoot, phone call. And it's my dad... Hero apologizes profusely to everyone, then steps out of the hospital room but keeps the door open beside him.

I laughed as I said. Cleo laughed too, her cool voice surprisingly pleasant. “Do you want revenge?” I paused. Did I? I had thought about it before, but deep down, I was afraid. Ever since I was a child, all I had ever been taught was obedience; no one had ever taught me how to fight back. The most rebellious thing I had ever done was probably what I did today—running away from those people. “In our last lives, we were both losers. Now that we’ve been given another chance, don’t you want to live differently?”

"He never comes when I need him, and there's no way he's going to start now, particularly since he seems to think I’m not only a monster but one who pushes his favorite person down the stairs." "Then why are you still with him, Liora? Years ago, I told you he was a shark that only wanted to take your brain out of your head, I told you his family would tear you to pieces, and now I come upon you unconscious on a marble floor while he’s off being hero for some other woman," Every word out of Matthew’s mouth became increasingly louder and he began to stand and pace the room, "just give me one good reason why you don’t have your bags packed and you’re on you way back home with me where people ev

In the novel, the Trial of Blood had been the moment when the heroine's true power awakened. But I wasn't the heroine. I was the villainess, and villainess didn't survive blood trials. They were consumed by them. I walked back toward Grandmother, my legs feeling like lead. The mirror had accepted my grief as truth. Whether that made me Lumira or not, it didn't say. And in doing so, I had invited a much deadlier scrutiny. Selena Moondrake was no longer just a rival. She was no longer just the woman who'd orchestrated Lumira's social destruction.

Just a quick peek, then I’d leave without getting noticed, I told myself. I quietly pushed the stall door open a little. And froze. It was our new classmate. Maverick. His clothes were tossed aside, and he was sitting with his legs apart, his hand working on himself. I blinked several times, hoping I was imagining it. I wasn’t. Maverick’s gaze snapped to mine, his expression cold for a split second before turning intoanger. “You’re peeping?” His voice boomed like thunder, and I swear my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

She didn’t even give a damn about the fact that my men were behind me. If anything, I know she’d go for my head given the chance. It was amusing. And also annoying as hell. Amara had been my rival for as long as I could remember. It dated as far back as when we were kids. It wasn’t just an individual rivalry though. This was a family rivalry. The Vitales and the DeLaurentis’ had been at each other’s necks for decades. Our rivalry was something born as a result of it. Even now that I’d taken then position of Don, it didn’t mean things would end just yet. I hated her and she hated me just at much. I hated her father Viktor and the rest of her brothers. Nothing could dissolve or change that. Th