Marvel Rivals Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

That spot is now mine. Marvel is going to make a strong alpha one day, just like me. Everyone keeps saying he is Valentine’s spitting image, but I know he actually looks more like me. Acts more like me too. I don’t think Valentine was as fierce or protective as this kid. Maybe towards Courtney, who was always his best friend growing up, but Marvel’s protectiveness over his mother is on a different level. Probably learned a bit of that from Lucy here. Lucy threatened me quite a bit back in the day too. Marvel definitely has an alpha’s dominance and his possessiveness when it comes to Vivian. When the kid finds his mate, she will have her hands full reigning him in.

“Visitor’s room is down the other hall, Hartwell.” The use of my last name, my father’s name, in that tone, felt like a deliberate provocation. Marvel’s jaw tightened. Buzzcut chuckled. “She was just telling us how she doesn’t support any team, Cap. Neutral party.” I saw the misunderstanding solidify in Marvel’s eyes. He thought I’d been chatting with them. With Ray Collins. “I was waiting for you,” I said to Marvel, emphasizing the last word. But the damage was done. The pride of a losing player, the presence of a rival who seemed to dominate every space he entered, and the girlfriend caught in the middle of it all created a perfect, toxic cocktail.

I was going to meet this coward and make them regret every single photo, every threat, every time they made Riven look so scared. I slipped the phone into my pocket and headed inside, shaking water from my hair. Part of me was glad — eager, even. I couldn’t wait to throw the first punch. Whoever this was, they seemed obsessed with Riven. The way they said “leave him alone”… it wasn’t just about rivalry or some random stalker. It felt personal. Who the hell could they be? Someone from his past? A jealous teammate? Someone who knew he was an omega? I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, eyes closed. The image of Riven tugging down his collar flashed in my mind again — vulnerable, t

I even added the Kellian’s part because I wanted it to be out there instead of hitting him with it once he starts getting used to the idea of Nicholas and I sharing a mate. “There’s another person involved.” He shouted out. I shushed him again. He covered his mouth with his hand and moved closer to me. “Kellian as in the alpha of the Gold Moon pack?” He asked, I nodded. “No way, you mean to tell me that you share your mate with not one but two of your biggest enemies? What kind of sorcery is this or are you joking? Are you making things up just to make me lose my mind because I came to bug you?”

someone called. I turned. It was Marcus. Alpha student, ranked fifth in combat. Big guy. Aggressive style. Great. We moved to an open mat. Started warming up. "Heard you and Ronan are tight now," Marcus said. "We're not rivals anymore. If that's what you mean." "That's not what I mean. I mean tight. Like spending nights in each other's suites tight." My stomach dropped. "People talk too much." "Do they? Because from where everyone stands, you two went from hating each other to being inseparable. Pretty fast change."

Thor is going crazy in my head at the sight of her. That’s when I realize she has her legs wrapped around my fucking Delta’s shoulders. Thor lets out a furious growl in my mind. I hate that her body is so exposed and pressed against another unmated male. Marcus lunges forward and sends them both crashing into the water. Zahra comes up laughing and coughing, obviously okay, but my chest tightens when Marcus leans in, brushes her hair back, and calls her “Beautiful.” Then he lifts her onto his shoulders again, his hands on her waist, way too close to her breasts for my comfort. That’s it for me. My own growl rips out before I can stop it, and Thor thrashes to break free. If I let him loose, Ma

"She's a rival. Nothing more." "An ex-lover rival, or a straight-up business rival?" I murmured, pressing my hips a little harder against the freezing iron railing to anchor myself. "We had a marriage planned. A purely commercial arrangement to merge the power of two major syndicates." Matteo said, the moonlight and the sea’s reflection washing over his flawless, rugged face. "But I temporarily forgot what a treacherous, overly ambitious bitch she really is." "Why would a man like you ever need a single woman anyway..." I shot back sharply, not even trying to mask the sudden, venomous spike of jealousy inside me.

Not even like an enemy. Like I was a piece he wanted to move on his board. And I hated that more than anything. Because it meant he wasn’t done with us. Not by a long shot. A little Cliffhanger cuties😉: Later that night, as Rival finally closes her eyes, she hears it again — three slow, deliberate taps and rival angrily stands up to go check.... muttering to herself, whatever this bastard came for it better be good.

My moans vibrated around Damien’s cock as Marcus hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. “Such a good girl taking both your professors,” Damien praised, his voice strained with pleasure. “You were made for this, weren’t you?” Marcus slapped my ass hard, the sting only heightening my arousal. “She’s ours now. This pussy belongs to us.” The possessiveness in their voices sent me spiraling again. Another powerful orgasm ripped through me, making my walls clench tightly around Marcus’s cock. He groaned deeply, fucking me harder through my climax. The rivalry between them became more obvious as they pushed each other’s limits. Damien pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me, taking M

"Let's get this over with. I have other matters to attend to tonight." "Other matters?!" Valerie shrieked, the rage exploding out of her. She grabbed a crystal wine glass from the table and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards. "Other matters?! Today is our wedding anniversary! This is your gift? Your mistress gets knocked up, and I'm supposed to do what? Go to the temple and thank Buddha for the news?! What the hell am I supposed to do with this, Damian?!" Damian didn't even flinch at the shattering glass. He just looked at her like she was a feral animal that needed to be put down.