Academic Rivals Novels & Stories

🔹️🔹️Adrien Russell🔹️🔹️ Having Alan Marshall around wasn't pleasant. At least not to me. Alan had been my biggest rival ever since our college. He competed with me in everything, be it academics, activities, business or girls. I never let his childish acts affect me but he did have his ways to get on my nerves. Just like the way he eyed Crystal today. My hands itched to plug out his eyeballs.

Whispers spread across the hall, some marveling at his brilliance, others speculating about his unmatched streak. "That's Adam Kavanaugh for you," someone murmured from one of the tables. "It’s no surprise," another replied. "He's dominated the field for years. Three consecutive awards,he's practically unstoppable." The comparisons began almost immediately. The ongoing rivalry between Adam and Mateo Montero wasn’t new. For years, the two had clashed on the business front, their companies vying for the same deals and recognition. While Mateo was respected for his resilience and innovation, Adam always managed to outmaneuver him. Whether it was his sharp instincts, impeccable strategy, or shee

We’d been drafted two years apart, built two different empires inside the same kingdom. And kingdoms don’t survive two kings. Victor stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against tile. “The sponsors are nervous. The board is furious. The press is calling it a rivalry.” “It’s not,” Damon snapped. It was. Victor’s eyes gleamed. “Then prove it.” I let out a humorless laugh. “You don’t bench two captains because T*****r says we don’t like each other.” Victor didn’t blink. “No. I trade one.”

“But on a serious note, Luna, you shouldn't fall for him. He is a rival to your husband, so…” “A rival? What do you mean?” I asked. “What I mean is… Riven and Sky are like fire and water. They really can't stand each other,” he said, squinting his face. “And I think it's because your husband is jealous.” I scoffed. “Jealous? Jealous how?”

Adam warned He didn't say it loudly, but he raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow. ​Jamie clamped his mouth shut instantly, but he didn't look offended. 📌 ​Outside the hall, the city was in a frenzy. The press had lined the streets since dawn, cameras ready to capture the "Wedding of the Century." Two business titans, two families with enough money to buy the city, finally joining forces. ​The rumors were already flying across social media. Is it love? Or a secret alliance to crush the competition? ​Zane and Ryan didn't care about the rumors. They stood side by side, perfectly poised. When the cameras flashed, they turned in unison, nodding to the crowd with the practiced grace of profession

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.

He was waiting for me, his son and prized competitor, to emerge after my 20-minute break and win the game, bringing him pride once again. Unfortunately, I didn't think victory would be possible tonight. Not when my arch-nemesis, Damario Bloodworth, the prince of the East and my opponent, was waiting for me in that room, holding the weight of my deepest secret in his hands. "Gods, this is a mistake. Turn around and walk away, Zayn. Act like it never happened. If you don't acknowledge it, it never existed." My subconscious mind screamed at me, frantically urging me not to enter that room.

They were praising them in their minds—thinking about all the sacrifices that they had made, not knowing that the two men in the living room were currently holding a contest on who could eat the sliced apples the fastest. "Fuck off. I clearly have more apples than you, so it'd be unfair if we go on with these rules," Arlo said. Dalton clicked his tongue. "Shut up. I literally sliced more apples than you. I am the one who's at a disadvantage here." "No, I am!" Arlo argued. "I am!" Dalton screamed back. Arlo shut his eyes and massaged his temples. "Fine. Let's just bring out the weighing scale." Dalton stuck his chin up. "Fine!"

I’m a couple rows up from the second-level railing, and I have a great view of the entire rink. In my research, I found that the Vultures and Predators have a lot of bad blood and are one of the league’s biggest rivalries. The last thing I wanted to do today was get in the way of some crazy sports brawls by being stuck with fans from the wrong team. The closer I get to the rink, the stronger the strange pull in my body becomes. The second I can see the ice, my body feels like it wants to lurch out there with all the players.

I forced myself not to snort or even roll my eyes. Homer and Alexander weren’t just trying to win me back. They were competing. Their rivalry became evident in every little thing: who could leave the most thoughtful and poetic notes, the prettiest flowers, who could remember the smallest details about me, who could prove they were the better choice. It was ridiculous—not to mention suffocating. And yet, the only man who wasn’t competing was the one who already had my heart. Even though Alpha Azriel was not here by my side, I tried to calm my raging heart and growling wolf.