I Became The Heros Rival Novels & Stories

More importantly, how is your robotic Boss who looks exactly like the mystery god who took your V-card and just banged you last night? A faint smile touched my lips despite the stress, as I typed back. Me: Same as usual. The dictator is currently in a meeting. Honestly, I'm actually comfortable working beside him now because I have 100% proof that he doesn't know me. The confusion is gone. The three dots popped up immediately. Skylar: Yeah, yeah... I get that. But girl, don't you think that's incredibly weird? If they share the exact same face, what if they are related? Are you sure you aren't working for a secret twin?

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

' Aiden told them as he stood back up straight. A Sequin was the one of the people that you had to meet in order to have direct acess to Tiz, the founder of Hero League. He was an old man who had a son, Quent who was around Aiden's age or two years younger. Quent was going to be the successor after his dad. 'I'll be in the crowd section.' Aiden nodded at the Squad 10 members. He turned back and started walking away. Suzanne, out of impulse, ran after him and hugged him when she got to him.

His great rival there was he, the son of Nix, descendant of Cain, Lazarus Micael, who was one of the representatives of the great Camarilla, so they led his large group of allies towards the sands, between the caves; Being that the elders promised the humans that they would go with her, the grand prize. Each of the champions would gain immortality, they will be remembered for their great glory, among them were the warrior A****n, who was the greatest of all the descendants of Hippolyta, being the daughter of Hercules. The glories, in the midst of disputes, in which they could face the corrupted beings of the deserts, in killing those who betrayed them, in an ambush, in a great quicksand, whe

he said, yawning and stretching his limbs. I watched Helios walk away, contemplating how good it would be if we could be friends. Despite my efforts to initiate friendship, Helios still regarded me as his greatest rival, even though the dynamics between Nowo and me were clear to him. Perhaps what fueled his anger was my failure to adhere to the words I told him before Nowo and I started our match – that I would do my best not to hurt her. [Nowo's POV]

He lunged toward her fast and lethal. Their claws collided. A sharp pulse of dark magic split the air. Lyla’s breath hitched. The rival’s claws slid toward her chest fast. Lyla’s body twisted beneath the strike. Her claws sank into his side. The rival’s breath sharpened. His amber gaze burned beneath the thin stretch of light. "You’re strong," the rival said softly. Lyla’s silver gaze burned. "You have no idea." The rival’s claws flashed toward her throat. Lyla’s body twisted beneath the strike. Her claws tore through his ribs.

asked Lucas. 'Oh no, far from it, Lucas Colton King. A robot is basically a computer created to mimic human intelligence. I am more of a software integrated with a wide knowledge base and can interact even without having a command.' The woman/ interactive consciousness noticed that the two were still not quite getting what she was saying. 'You can ask me anything,' was what the AI finally resulted into saying. "Oh, so that's how you know our names," added Lucas. 'Of course. Lucas Colton King—son of Lincoln and Kerry King , born April third, year twenty-eleven.'

“You are the most perfect Prince this Kingdom has ever known. And everything that happens now is the will of the Moon Goddess and she has your best interests at heart.” With a jerk, I turned towards the voice. There stood Uncle Herod, my hero. I stared at him with relief as he took a seat beside me. “It's Herthia, right? She is your mate,” he stated. “I caught her scent and it matched yours.” It was as if a heavy load had been lifted from my shoulders. Finally, I had someone besides Yin with whom I could share and discuss my concerns. Uncle Herod was my all time best friend, I am assured of his confidentially.

] The rewards were better than the previous ones, instead of only giving an increase of one point, it gave two. Golden was nearing to the 3-star Mortal Rank at top speed, but his mind was still focused on the final battle. "You dared to injure my girlfriend! You will suffer a destiny worse than death!" Heruk jumped into the stage to attack Golden, but the referee stopped him. "You have another battle first. Now it isn't the time to battle with him." "My rival in the other battle will just give up, right?" Heruk said it with a loud voice. The girl who had beat George before, gave up the match fearing that Heruk would get angry with her.