I Became The Heros Rival 소설 & 이야기

“You’re welcome.” “What would I do without you guys?” “Absolutely nothing.” | END OF FLASHBACK | “So, we’re the girls?” Aiden asked. “That’s where I come in! I present to you our contestants for today!” he said as if he was a TV presenter. “Today? Why didn’t anyone tell me there were other days?” “Don’t mind his drama, ” Maxwell scoffed. Aiden grabbed the tablet from Damon and scanned through the names. “We have, Kylie Shawn, Morgan Freeman, Valerie Pickett, Riele Johnson, …” he stopped when he came across a strange name, “Anonymous? Who’s that?”

Sir Luis was the turning point for my miserable life. Academically speaking, I was finally an OJT and at the same time worked for Sir Luis's company. If his Philippine-based company was gigantic, I wondered how big his overseas empire was. I heard they were the primary rival of the Herald Monopoly of Businesses. I shared the same hostility to that company. They were inhumane. How can somebody play with my life just because an ID got in their way? And I would’ve killed myself if Boss Luis hadn't rescued me. My hatred for Sean Herald has been set in stone and ultimately, I’d be confronting him.

The boy was Varun's elder brother Akash Bakshi and the gray-haired beauty was Mira Decker's elder sister Kiara Decker. "Is this for real? I left my training to see this!" "Akash and Kiara Decker are having a face-off? " "Did some kind of clash occurred between clan 'Pheonix Gods' and 'God Heritage'?" "Holy Crap, a match between two prodigies." "Goddess Kiara, I love you!" "Prodigy Kiara is so beautiful and strong, Akash doesn't stand a chance against her!" "Stupid, do you think Bakshi Family is some rug in the road? They are all monsters!"

That was all the permission I needed. I crashed my mouth down on hers, hard and demanding, backing her against the suite door. The hallway was quiet, the chaos from the main deck a distant hum. She tasted like whiskey and salt from her tears, and beneath that, something sweet and addictive. My hand gripped her waist, sliding down to her hip as I pressed my body into hers. What the hell are you doing, Aaron? I thought to myself. I had come to this yacht tonight for one reason only—to watch my rivals make a spectacle of themselves. Laurent Holdings was getting too bold, and the Stones family was the perfect weak link I planned to exploit.

Dimitri Volkov is the Ice Prince of the Bratva—cold, calculating, and utterly untouchable. Nikolai Petrov is the Demon of the Syndicate—volatile, unpredictable, and obsessed with one thing: destroying Dimitri. For three years, their war has painted the city red. When a fragile truce is called, they meet on neutral ground at the Colosseum, an underground theater built for blood. But the meeting is a trap, and they're ambushed by a rival gang looking to take them both out. Forced to fight back-to-back to survive, they escape—barely. In the aftermath, something dark and dangerous begins to grow between them. The hatred is still there, but now it's laced with obsession, with desire, with a

"Brooke? What are you doing here?" Back in college, Brooke Robertson, the richest heiress in Javire's elite circle, had once pursued me relentlessly. Back then, it was practically a sensational story that everyone had heard of. But I was blind before and chose Jessica over Brooke. Nothing in Jessica's life had made her prouder than that. There was no denying that winning the total devotion of a man who even the richest heiress couldn't win over was something worth bragging about.

ELYRA Standing right in front of me was one of Nick's competitors that I had to meet a couple of times and from the occasions, we had decided it would be best we never meet ever again. He was egoistic and rude and I wondered what his connection to the Hill's would be so I straightened my expression. “Hello Mr Radriel.” I greeted, putting on a fake smile as I took my seat while Mr Hills beckoned to Radriel while his gaze remained fixated on me.

“The Acting Alpha cannot ascend to full title without a marked mate. The Council will not ratify authority without this condition being met. You have thirty days.” “Thirty days.” I sighed, leaning back in the chair and pressing two fingers to my temple while staring at the ceiling. The irony wasn't lost on me. I had rebuilt this pack from the ground up. I had clawed back every scrap of territory Viktor Varkas had taken from us when I was ten years old, watching my father's blood soak into the ground of what had been our home. I had spent fifteen years turning my grief into strategy, and that strategy into power, and now — now — the thing standing between me and everything I had built my enti

he said suddenly. “Excuse me?” I blinked only to fix my gaze on him. “You think you do,” he corrected. “But you don’t.” “Oh, I absolutely do.” I challenged with a loud huff. Smirking, he cast me a quick glance, then said, “Give me one real reason.” “You’re Reis’s rival.” I bit out at once. “That’s not your reason, that’s his.” I opened my mouth, then closed it because he was right and I hated that.

Each dodge, each counter was deliberate, calculated. “You’re faster than I expected,” Rovan grunted, narrowing his eyes. “Not bad… for a new Beta.” “Not new,” I corrected sharply, stepping closer, letting him feel my presence. “I’m Iris. And I’ve learned the cost of underestimating an opponent.” He lunged again, and this time I was ready. My fist met his chest with a thud, sending him staggering backward. He grunted, adjusting his stance. “Hmm… impressive,” he admitted. “But let’s see how long that lasts.”