Romans & histoires Rivals Novel

Royal listened to the chattering and he cursed inwardly, he had always enjoyed the praises from everyone in the arena and it had never occurred to him that Olivia would suddenly get stronger and she would steal the limelight from him. While he was still climbing up the ranks slowly, she was already among the top five but he consoled himself, his plans was already in motion Even as Erada watched Rivera cheer Royal from the crowd, she didn't feel her usual anger, instead she felt pity for her. The only person that intrigued her in the competition was Raven, the eldest miss of the Smith family, most of the heirs and heiresses fought for fame or recognition but Erada could sense the desperation

"Maybe, or maybe I am just smart? They are like the Caddel brothers Ava. They do everything together, so why not you as well? Saves you having to hop from one bed to the other." We both laugh. "I haven't hopped in any of their beds Raven! I want to, but I feel bad doing it when I can't pick one." Stepping back I stare at her. "You haven't slept with either of them?" She shakes her head. "And yet they are still so obsessed with you they are trying to win you around before the other does? Go with my idea, tell them you can't choose." I thought she had slept with them which is why they were still fighting so much to win her.

She asked, causing me to freeze up. Shit! I let my fear of losing someone again get to me that I showed too much … She stood still, looking at me calmly, like there had to be some sensible explanation to that. “Didnt you tell me all about how he was alpha Zane’s rival a long time ago?” I didn’t think about it, not even remembering if there was a time like that. Just anything to cover up my tracks. She thought about it, scratching her head. “Ohh I guess I did then.” She waved it off.

"Look, can't you just get over this silly crush you have for Hazel? She will never date you, okay, not only are you younger than her, but she sees you as her brother because we are family" "Stop freaking saying that! I am not her brother and We are not her family." I dragged my hand through my hair. "Don't argue with me, Raphael. She clearly chose the violent guy over you so get over it if you want to keep breathing" His brows arched. "Are you trying to say he will come after me if I don't stay away from Hazel? I actually plan to sue him for assault you know. You don't just go around punching people" I gaped at him, then gasped out a laugh. "Are you being serious right now? You want to sue R

“You’re stubborn. Dangerous. And very, very predictable.” I lifted my head, straining to see who had spoken. A tall figure stepped out from the shadows, arms crossed. Masked, of course. “Predictable, huh?” I spat. “I’m not predictable. You’ll find out soon enough.” Another guard chuckled. “We like a little fight. Makes it more interesting.” “Interesting?” I growled. “This isn’t a game!” “Maybe not for you,” the first guard said, stepping closer, knife glinting in the dim light. “But it’s a game for us. And you? You’re losing.”

But without money or power, and trapped within Brandon’s territory, escape was impossible, let alone taking my mother with me. Suddenly, the hospital room door creaked open. A chill slithered down my spine as I recognized the man standing there—unfamiliar, yet somehow known. “Fabian Mortensen?” “You know me,” he said simply. The man’s calm and composed demeanor filled the room as he slowly walked to my bedside. He looked down at me, then smiled faintly. “Makes sense. After all the time you spent with Brandon, you’d know who his rival is.” “What are you doing here?” I forced myself upright as I eyed him with caution. His methods were no more merciful than Brandon’s.

Jenny said like a proud teen, and Zara was beyond stunned as she cast a glance at Jenny daydreaming. “Pass me that,” Zara said, pointing at a cardboard. “He's the best. I mean, any woman who gets to be his girlfriend will be so lucky…” “I don't think so,” Zara said with an eyeroll. Any woman who got to be Chance’s girlfriend would be unlucky. “What do you know…he's a superstar…” I mean…his reputation is off the hook…” Jenny said, and Zara's eyes narrowed suspiciously. “He's not a prince; there's nothing special about him…don't be fooled,” Zara said as she got up, but Jenny had a sour look on.

I was too shy for that anyway, so I sighed and reclined back into the bed, praying they would both shut up or leave the room by some miracle. I picked up the note I had gotten from L and read it again and again. Would he come find me if I asked him to? What kind of man was he? I mean, asides from being gorgeous and sexy with the most beautiful blue eyes ever. Would he hurt me? He sounded stern, but I didn't feel any looming danger from my experiences with him. What was his plan, and how did they involve saving me numerous times? I focused on the one thought I had stopped myself from thinking for so long. Why was he Mac’s rival? And why were they arguing so angrily that day? It was not uncomm

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“I was toxic rivals with this other racer. The only difference between us was he was an underground social climber, ass licker and a motherfucking yes-man. He tried to get on the good sides of some really dangerous big shots of the underground, no matter what dirty work he had to do to gain some favors from them. “While I, on the other hand, just got benefits by fucking winning races or just plainly manipulating things to fall in my favor.” He sounded like he was talking about the weather instead of fucking illegal manipulation and scary rivals. “But I would never lick up to no motherfucker’s balls and actively avoided situations that could potentially reduce me to that. And it worked. Appar