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Thirteen
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2026-05-28 01:11:36
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Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Fifty Nine
AUTHOR'S POVNeon light from the television splashed across the darkened living room, painting the walls in erratic bursts of digital blue and red. Rain lashed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the townhouse, blurring the Los Angeles skyline into a smeared, weeping canvas.Thumbing the joystick, Athena leaned forward, her shoulder screaming in protest. A sharp ache radiated down her spine, a lingering ghost of the freezing rink. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain. Winning mattered more."Take the shortcut," Jeremiah said. "I dare you."Leaning back against the plush base of the sofa, he didn't even look at his controller. The scent of charred pork, fresh cilantro, and bright lime cut through the sterile, medicinal smell clinging to Athena's skin. Cardboard takeout boxes from the El Rey truck formed a chaotic barricade between them on the thick rug."Shut up. I know what you’re trying to do." Athena jammed the drift button. Her digital kart skidded dangerously close to the edge of
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Fifty Eight
The traffic on the 405 freeway was crawling.Heat waves radiated off the baked asphalt, intense enough to violently distort the shape of the palm trees lining the concrete barriers. The smog choked the setting sun, turning the Los Angeles sky a sickly, toxic shade of orange.Sitting in the cab of an Uber, my SUV was currently sitting in an impound lot covered in aluminum shrapnel, the silence felt deafening.Turning off Sunset Boulevard, the massive wrought-iron gates of the Bel Air estate loomed ahead. The driver punched in the guest code I provided. The heavy metal swung open, granting access to the pristine, insulated world of the Ashford family.The Uber idled in the circular driveway. Tossing a crumpled fifty-dollar bill onto the center console, I stepped out into the sweltering evening heat.The mansion sat completely dead and quiet.Pushing through the mahogany front doors, the blast of central air conditioning hit my bare chest. The entryway smelled of lemon polish and expensi
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Fifty Seven
JEREMIAHThe rhythmic, high-pitched beep of the heart monitor was the only thing standing between me and a murder charge.Morning sunlight slammed hard against the plastic window blinds of the UCLA Medical Center intensive care unit. The harsh glare cut across the sterile white linoleum, highlighting the chaotic tangle of clear IV tubes snaking across the hospital bed.My primary objective was keeping my anger contained enough to stay in this room.Athena lay completely motionless under a massive, inflating plastic Bair Hugger blanket. A machine hissed violently in the corner, pumping continuously warmed air over her frozen body. Her skin had lost the terrifying blue tint from the arena, replaced by a sickening, translucent pale white."Like I told the triage nurse, son."The voice scraped like rusty metal.Detective Vance leaned against the heavy wooden doorframe of room 412. He wore a rumpled tan suit smelling heavily of stale coffee and stale cigarette smoke. He didn't even bother
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Fifty Six
ATHENAFrost coated my eyelashes, sealing them together with heavy, frozen crusts.My only goal right now was surviving the next sixty seconds. The Los Angeles night outside was supposed to be warm, but inside the Ashford arena, the industrial HVAC system roared like a jet engine. Sub-zero air blasted directly from the overhead vents, chewing through my thin jacket and biting directly into my bones.Dragging my body across the dark rubber matting, the friction scraped the skin completely off my knees. I needed shelter. The open hallway was a wind tunnel of freezing death.Hitting the wooden edge of the home team penalty box, I hauled my dead weight over the low bench.Curling into a tight ball on the floorboards, violent, uncontrollable shivers wrecked my entire body. My teeth cracked against each other. The darkness swallowed everything, broken only by the tiny, useless green standby lights on the overhead jumbotron.Clack. Clack. Clack.The sharp sound of hard-soled dress shoes hitt
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Fifty Five
JEREMIAHI ripped the athletic tape cleanly off the roll, the sharp sound echoing off the concrete walls.Sitting in the corner stall of the Ashford locker room, I wrapped the blade of my composite stick. The room smelled of fresh sweat, floor wax, and intense, quiet focus. Friday’s qualifier was barely forty-eight hours away. My singular goal was keeping this roster completely insulated from the academic warfare currently trying to swallow our coach whole."Carter," I called out, tossing a spare roll of black tape across the room. "Your gap control on the penalty kill is sloppy. Close the neutral zone faster today."Catching the tape one-handed, Carter nodded. "Got it, Captain. Sub-three second transitions. Coach Cole will run us until we vomit if we miss the mark again."A heavy, metallic thud echoed from the entrance.The double doors swung open, hitting the rubber stops with enough force to rattle the hinges.Three men walked into the locker room.Arthur Ashford led the pack. Wear
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Fifty Four
ATHENAWe'd fucked for hours. My pussy was still sore.And now, lying in the center of the bed, the heavy duvet draped over our bare legs. The digital clock on the nightstand glared a harsh red: 3:14 AMMy head rested on Jeremiah’s chest. His heartbeat pulsed steadily against my cheek, a slow, grounding rhythm. His arm wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me flush against his side even in sleep. Total, utter exhaustion pulled at my eyelids. For the first time all week, the anxiety vibrating in my ribs vanished.BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.A piercing, high-decibel shriek violently shattered the quiet.I jolted upright, my heart instantly slamming into my throat. "What is that?""The perimeter alarm." Jeremiah rolled out of bed with terrifying, immediate speed. The sleepy lover vanished, entirely replaced by the lethal protector. "Someone breached the back patio gate."The keypad in the hallway continued its deafening, rhythmic screaming.Jeremiah shoved his legs into a pair of gray sweatp
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Twenty Two
The harsh morning sun bled through the cheap horizontal blinds of my Westwood apartment, casting sharp, orange lines across the scuffed hardwood floor. I sat on the edge of the mattress wearing an oversized, faded UCLA vintage tee and a pair of gray boyshorts. My eyes locked onto a water stain on th
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Nineteen
AUTHOR’S POV.Sienna walked quietly into the dark, expansive bedroom of Luca's luxury off-campus apartment. She held two delicate glasses of red wine, her manicured fingers gripping the thin crystal stems. She paused silently in the open doorway. The massive room was swallowed by shadows, lit onl
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Seventeen
ATHENASitting heavily at the cramped metal desk in the coaches' office on Friday afternoon, I aggressively reviewed the starting lineup for tomorrow’s game on my iPad.The door swung open, hitting the rubber stop with a dull thud. Tessa walked in, carrying two enormous iced lattes and looking too
Rejected by my team, Claimed by the Rival Sixteen
AUTHOR’S POV.The moment she violently through the heavy glass doors of the massive lecture hall, Sienna instantly adjusted her expensive designer tote bag on her shoulder. Slipping on a pair of oversized Prada sunglasses to block out the blinding midday LA sun, she merged into the crowded campus w
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