Ruthless Rival Lj Shen Novels & Stories

Her claws drove toward his ribs. The rival twisted beneath the strike. His claws raked across her side sharp and deep. Blood soaked through her jacket. Lyla’s breath hitched. Eli’s voice sharpened over the comms. "Lyla!" "I’m fine," Lyla’s voice was hard. Her claws caught the rival’s throat fast and clean. The rival’s breath sharpened. "You think the forest chose you?" Lyla’s silver gaze burned. The rival’s amber gaze darkened. "You don’t understand what you’re fighting," the rival said quietly.

No wonder he will be regarded as an early bird and a shield by others. "Yes, punk." Tan Ge sipped his lips and his eyes were a bit subtle. "It seems that Lu Shen is just a shield to be pushed out. After all, he met the top killer who was hired in S country, and he also had a high degree of privacy. It can be said that he was fully prepared." Mr.King had already guessed, sneer at silence. some enemies are obvious, while others are hiding behind the scenes. "Mr.King, do you want to continue tracing?" Tan Ge asked, anyway, there are not many things recently.

The Luxury Adornment To utilize the blunt, protective words Lulu had channeled to comfort the crew—the entire domestic racing community was simply drowning in an absolute sea of toxic jealousy. However, looking strictly at the data, Yu Hao reigned as an undeniably resonant, high-profile titan within the competitive circuit, his verified handling metrics consistently anchoring his name firmly within the nation's absolute top ten elite drivers. Consequently, evaluating the parameters from an external standpoint, Chloe Bishop’s decision to launch a career-ending challenge targeting his record was viewed by the masses as nothing short of a complete, delusional fantasy.

Then, she strapped a knife to her thigh, just like Adrian taught her. When she walked back out, Adrian was already ready. He looked like a shadow come to life—dressed entirely in black, tactical gear fitting his muscular frame perfectly, weapons visible but not obtrusive. He stopped for a moment when he saw her. His eyes raked over her form, not with lust, but with pride and awe. “You look dangerous,” he said softly. “I am dangerous,” she replied, meeting his gaze. “Because I have something worth fighting for.” Adrian walked to her, adjusting the collar of her shirt, his touch lingering. “That’s my girl.”

Avelin POV The morning starts the way all our mornings start now. Loud. Shen is eight years old and possesses his father's eyes, alongside Leander's knack for demanding things with intense specificity. He currently wants pancakes. Specifically, he wants Leander to mix the batter because Papa makes them the right shape, which Leander maintains is a standard circle and Shen maintains is a structural failure. This particular debate has been running for six months with no resolution in sight.

Audible, constant, the specific rhythm of water against a cliff that becomes its own kind of music when everything else goes quiet. I stop in the doorway for one second, to appreciate the beauty, then move. The path is long enough that I have time to see him before I reach him. Zamir is standing at the far end, and even from this distance he is significantly more striking in formal dress than he has any reasonable right to be. The bruise is gone, save for the faintest shadow at the outer corner of his left eye where the alpha healing hasn't quite finished the job. Something in my chest wants to laugh.

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

They were just following instructions and I can’t hold it against them but for those who betrayed my father, I'm decapitating them with my claws as soon as I recognise them. A group of elite warriors charges at us and we get busy. I don’t even shift into my Lycan because they are not a match for me. Glancing over at Tatiana, I see her eyes flash as she rips someone’s heart out. These elite warriors are completely loyal to Ernard so there’s nothing we can do but kill them.

Lord Dimitri nodded his head signalling to Alpha Aiden that he will take care of Draven and he should continue his fight with the others. The leader of the Black Fangs Clan, Lord Dimitri and the NightStalkers Clan, Draven NightShade, stood face to face, their eyes locked in a deadly gaze. The Black Fangs leader was a towering figure, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. He held himself with a regal bearing, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intelligence. The NightStalkers leader was shorter, but no less imposing. His eyes were cold and calculating, his movements fluid and deadly.

He had vowed to catch the culprit and Xueqin knew that Liam didn't forget about it. Xueqin remained to be Liam's best friend. He saw how Liam diligently persevered in his studies till he went back to the country and made the Lee Corporation more powerful than ever. Though Liam was his best friend, he was also his greatest rival. When they were young, they always competed to get Jacyn's attention. When they started to study, they competed for the highest honor. And when they became an adult, they competed for power and fame, for success and whoever gets to be successful first will get the chance to save Jacyn.