Rivals Novel Novels & Stories

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..

I went to shower. The water came up hot and I stepped in and stood under it and let the match run back through me in pieces. The final whistle. The crowd coming up. The commentator’s voice cutting through the noise. Both programs heading to Wood Work. The rivalry between O’Reilly and Williams more heated than ever. One point. I thought about the kiss I sent back across the pitch. The look on Richard’s face when it landed. The way all that careful composure had gone for half a second and something else had come through underneath it. That had sat particularly well.

"Mavric is a man of iron. But iron is brittle. It breaks under enough pressure." "Liora doesn't need a guard. She needs a partner who can match her brilliance." "And by the time I’m done with her... she’ll realize that Thorne is just a temporary distraction." He toasted the screen. "To the Queen. May she find her true King." The first real rival had arrived. And the "Hidden Wife" was about to become the center of a global power struggle. END OF CHAPTER 12..

The man caging me against the balcony railing was incredibly flawed and intensely dominant, yet his underlying motives were driven by a profound, undeniable obsession with me that spanned our entire college careers. I swallowed hard and dropped my gaze to the dark silk bowtie resting against his crisp white collar because I could not handle the raw intensity shining brightly in his dark eyes. The freezing wind continued to bite at my exposed face, but my internal body temperature was rising rapidly as the truth settled permanently into my mind. I had accused him of being exactly the same as Liam, yet Michael had actually sacrificed his own reputation just to protect me from being humiliated

Now, my pursuit of the relic felt like a penance for past sins. As I reached the summit, the moonlight revealed a serene clearing. In the center stood the relic—a mysterious artifact with an otherworldly glow. The sense of accomplishment mingled with the weight of remorse as I reached for the artifact. A sudden rustle in the bushes caught my attention. Ralph emerged, disheveled and panting. He eyed the relic, a competitive glint in his eyes. Without a word, we faced each other, the artifact standing as the silent witness to our silent rivalry.

I was breathing heavily and my hair had fallen completely out of its clip, and as I looked down at his face, I felt a dangerous wave of triumph washing over me because I had almost beaten the star player at his own game. But my victory only lasted a second because Riley didn't look defeated at all, instead he shifted his hips with a sudden, violent burst of power that completely flipped our positions, and before I could draw another breath, he had both of my wrists pinned above my head and his heavy body was locking me flat against the mat. "Let me up, Riley, the match is over and you're heavy," I gasped, trying to wrench my hands free, but he held me down with a grip that felt like solid st

For everything Dominik had done… he was going to make him pay. As he approached, two wolves moved to block his path. He tore through the first without slowing, his jaws crushing its skull, then slashed past the second, his claws ripping deep into its chest. More wolves rushed him, but they were nothing. He was stronger… faster... deadlier. With the precision of an Alpha forged by years of battle, he tore through their ranks, leaving a trail of blood and broken bodies behind him. Even the cloudy skies seem to mirror the mood of the battle going down below, the blood moon shining its ethereal glow on them.

Maybe it was the way every second stretched, filled with thoughts I couldn’t quite silence, anticipation coiling quietly beneath the surface as everything led up to what was waiting ahead. The moment we arrived at the venue…everything exploded. Cameras. Flashes. Voices. So many voices. They came all at once, crashing into me like a wave I hadn’t fully prepared for, loud and overwhelming, each one trying to outdo the other. “Mrs. Aliyah Voss! Over here!” “Is the scandal real?” “Are you involved with Mr. Dominic Voss?” “Are you aware he is your brother-in-law?” “Are you divorcing Ronald Voss?”

The circle closes. They form a half-ring around us, headlights blazing so bright I have to throw up a hand to shield my eyes. My pulse rockets. Cassian’s arm clamps around my wrist and moves me out of their sight and behind him. I stumble, but he steadies me without looking back, his body in front of mine like a wall. Boots hit the ground. Jackets gleam with another motorcycle club patch. Definitely not his. Probably a rival? “Well, well.” One of them steps forward. His grin too wide. “The Crawl moon prince himself. Slumming it?” His gaze flicks to me, and my stomach lurches. “Or just entertaining company.”

"I lost it. I wanted to hurt him just as bad as he hurt my feelings. It wasn't acceptable behavior for a sparring match. Instead of gaining my father’s favor, I lost even more of it. He was humiliated by my lack of control. I've hated Darian ever since." "And I've hated the immature Northern heir who put me in a medical bed for almost a week," Darian added. The pancakes were all gone now, the plate empty. I smiled, feeling a strange sense of relief. "This is interesting. I think I’m one of the only people in the world who knows the true story behind the Kings' rivalry." They both laughed, the sound filling the room. It was a beautiful moment of connection, but it was cut short. A strong, sud