You Are My Rival Mga Nobela at Kwento

i muttered under my breath. He is my rival like hard-core rival. The fact that he still messes up with me, amuses me! It's because he hasn't tasted my wrath! If only he knew how cruelly i treat my enemies.... He wouldn't have dared to do so. He just thinks i am pushing this further because i am not retaliating against him. I have my ways, I'll get him this time, to show him the taste of Leo's wrath. He's messing badly this time. I have to deal with him soon and get back to my love life. I cannot avoid her completely. It's highly impossible for me to do that.

I replied while breathing. In a few minutes, my life's going to turn, it will be upside down in a minute. I have to live with my rival in the same house for over a year. During the weeding arrangements itself, we fought more than we fought back in Australia. I can't imagine my life with her for this following year. I will get heart stroke because of high blood pressure with the constant fights from that idiot. I pity my life more than ever now. "Relaxed?" Martin asked.

He thought about what his brother would do about Therion if he was here and realized that Therion wouldn’t even be here if his brother was. And somehow that just made him angrier. “How is the bed slave? Any good?” Dean was Ashriel second in command and closest companion, former best friend to his brother. They sat at the dining table, having breakfast, like they usually did. The silverfang alpha gave his beta a side long glance popping a piece of toast into his mouth. “He’s not my bed slave” Hmm. That would be a shame” An eyebrow raise. “and why is that?” Dean simply laughed “I’m just saying , you clearly need it, plus he's an alpha, and your slave”

The Face of the Enemy Adrian stumbled into the rose atrium, his steps erratic, eyes unfocused. And there she was. Jade. Bathed in lightning and wind, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “My sweet boy,” she cooed, stepping closer. “You’ve come so far.” “Get… out of my head,” he hissed. She smiled, caressing his cheek. “You were made for greatness. You are the final chapter. The son I raised, not with lullabies, but with legacy.” “I’m not yours.” “But you are,” she whispered. “And now, I need you to remember who you really are.”

A distraction is what I need. Balotelli. I should focus on him. When I first started out, he was my biggest rival. We stole from each other, fought all the time over petty matters, and tried to screw each other over. Because of him, I lost most of my products and men to the feds. In return, he lost his to fires and sometimes thieves. His problem was he couldn't accept that I was better than him. It wasn't my fault his allies wanted me instead of him.

Linda snapped back. "I'm anxious, that's all." "I understand, that is why I am still here. Ok, as I was saying, you are your father's son, right?" "Obviously." Brant rolled his eyes mentally. "So technically, if she believes that your father is responsible for her pain, hence her rival, it automatically makes you her rival too. Now the question is, why would she tell you her intentions if she really hated you?" Brant shrugged, "I don't know, perhaps to torture me emotionally, I'll see the end coming but can't change it…?"

Perhaps I said something wrong— for some reason, he glares at me. “……………” I couldn’t help but flinch. “…I thought I mentioned before. He’s a rival to me.” “But… even if mom and dad’s mana were to add up… it’s not even half of yours…” “Data are just data, brat. Your dad is a rival whom I could never beat no matter how hard I try. Understood?” Yeah, I understood now. “This means all that mana you have is just for show…” His forehead popped a vein.

The song changed making him roll her changing their position, coming face to face with none other than my rival, Parth. I had never considered anyone my rival because I knew no one deserved that position ,well not until now. I somehow controlled myself before landing punches at him as there were too many people , lucky him or I would have done God knows what. "Are you even listening to me? " The irritating voice of Riya interrupted my thoughts. "She's enjoying her time why can't you do the same?" She ran her hands down my arm making me disgust with her touch. "Who said I ain't enjoying, I am. The view though. "

, le respondí de golpe. Sonrió de lado. “Parece que no perdiste esa lengua afilada.” “Parece que tú no vas a dejar de ser un imbécil molesto en mucho tiempo.” “No lo haré… si consigo pisarte los nervios todo el tiempo”, dijo. Enzo y yo tenemos más bien una relación de frenemies. Yo era la perra que apareció de la nada y se las arregló para tomar el control del legado familiar, y él es el idiota que quiere el poder a toda costa.

She’s carving for Robby’s answer. “Actually, we are not on good terms. It’s not actually a close friend that you expect. We are a rival, because his family and I are mortal enemies. Just like in business. I do not consider him as an enemy. If only for me, but when I’m with my parents there must be a competition.” Robby Said. Maria nodded. “Then, what’s the reason behind the competition?” Maria asked Robby. “About business and personal stuff. “ He answered.