Novel & Cerita I Ship My Rival X Me

My wife was doubting me because of the shadows he’d planted. That bastard had touched my family. That was the last straw. I stood, grabbed my phone, and opened a blank message. Me: **You want a war, fine. Let’s talk. Face to face. No more games.** I stared at it. Then hit send. A few seconds passed before a reply pinged back. Xavier: **Always a pleasure. Midnight. The old stomping ground. Come alone**. old stomping ground. I knew exactly what he meant.

One of the guys from the rival team spat at me. If he thought doing some shallow dig into my past and throwing those words at my face would make me cry, he had better think again. "You should try living out there." I grinned at him. "Might help with that wonky left hand grip." He growled, and I braced myself for his next move. He must have realized that a physical attack would be a stupid move, because eventually he huffed. "Whatever." "We should definitely celebrate tonight." Sammy announced. "I know a bar that won't have sulky fans. Let's go let loose a little, celebrate tonight."

Mirabel with this information would be dangerous in ways I couldn't fully predict, and I did not have the energy to calculate those dangers right now. "I need to shower," I said. "Shower. Eat something. Then call me back and we'll figure this out." I hung up. Put the phone down, sat on my bed for another minute in the emerald dress, looking at the nightstand drawer where Andre Fernandez's card was sitting face down in the dark. Andre Fernandez, Russell's biggest rival. The man who had whispered something in Spanish against my skin while I was falling asleep in his arms. I picked up the card, opened the drawer of my nightstand, put it inside face down, and closed the drawer.

He's backstage, laughing at something off the camera, his hair slightly disheveled and wearing one of his own designs. A pink shirt, unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled to his elbows. I stop breathing for a second. Unwanted heat spreads through my body, curling low in my stomach. "Velles is the hottest brand in the world right now," Maya continues, completely oblivious to the war raging inside me. I take my eyes away from the screen, but it's too late. My mind is already racing, filled with desperate desires. "He would never agree," I say, my voice tight even to my own ears. "Not after everything."

Kai Bennett who had made it personal every single time. He smiled slowly. It was not a nice smile. "Finally," he said. His voice was low and smooth and sharp at the edges. "My favorite rival." My stomach dropped straight through the floor. He thought I was Noah. He wanted to destroy Noah. And I had just agreed to sleep in the room next to him..

Him and I are worth it. END

Just like I had opened my legs for Damario Bloodworth, the one man in the world who hates me more than anything. I stopped in front of the door, my heart pounding against my chest. I gave a soft knock, glanced sideways to ensure no one was watching, then twisted the knob and slipped inside, locking the door behind me. I turned to face him, my chest heaving as I met the gaze of the one man who'd helped me survive my heat cycle a week ago. The only person privy to my true identity, my secret, and my vulnerability. My rival. My enemy. "I know I promised to do whatever you want in exchange for your silence and your help," I said, adjusting my gear with a heavy sigh. "But did it have to be tonigh

I said, Anne wheezed, I know she was trying hard to laugh. “This is serious” I glared, “I know….I didn't even imagine the two of you going at it, I mean it's crazy. I haven't even f**ked a rival before” Anne grinned. “Shut up, You are supposed to be comforting me” I said, “I apologized, But you need to talk to him not as Rival, Make sure he not going to out you” Anne said, “You two should reach an agre

It was all part of the grand plan. But what wasn't part of the plan was Sasha being there, and not just in that pack, but also as Damien’s mate. That literally threw me off course. But then again, I can just go on and kill Damien and take Sasha and make her mine, causing me to smirk. So it'll be a win win situation for me, my rival dead and Sasha becomes my mate. Damien, I hope you're ready because you're going down. I will make sure of it.

The scent keeps me sharp. I need a break. I run the bath. Hot water thunders into the tub. Steam fogs the mirror. I sink in up to my neck. Bubbles pop against my collarbone. My phone rests on the porcelain edge. I scroll social media. Ivy’s name trends. Influencers repost her lines. The buzz swells louder. My chest tightens. I close my eyes. The water soothes my muscles. This rivalry is a challenge. I will win it.