Deeper Than Hate Rivalry Novels & Stories

"A bit much? Mia, they’re ruining the reputation of our school. I’m doing everyone a favor. Now, do you want to be on the winning side or not?" She hesitated. Then she nodded slowly. Good girl. I looked back at the scene near the cars. The Dean was pointing toward his office. Kai’s father was shouting. Ava looked like she was about to faint. I felt a twinge of something—not guilt, definitely not guilt—but a realization. Once I hit this button, there is no going back. The rivalry is over because the enemy will be dead. Metaphorically, of course. Does that make me the villain? Or just the only one brave enough to play the game?

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

Not the quick, white-hot flare of normal anger. No — this is darker. Thicker. Heavier. Hate. I’ve never hated anyone before. I’ve disliked people, sure. Even loathed a few in passing. But this … this is different. Amanda Dee is no mere irritation. I despise her. Hate her.

"We're ending this rivalry. Right here, right now. Please." But Matthais only shakes his head. "It runs too deep. It'll never end." "I disagree," I say evenly. "Trish and I are the first step. Things can and will get better. There's no need for so much hate. And for what? Why do our families hate each other? Because of some crazy stuff that happened 100 years ago? It makes no sense. We should work together instead of trying to sabotage each other." "You have no loyalty to your father or your family," Matthais hisses.

“You’re serious.” “Dead serious.” JR crossed his arms, his muscles flexing under his shirt. “Thirty days becomes sixty. More if we both want it. You stay at my place when our schedules line up and no more hiding and when we’re on the ice? We still bring it, full rivalry, full contact but off the ice…” He reached out and tugged Soren’s hoodie collar aside, exposing the dark hickey he’d left. “You’re mine.” Soren’s breath stuttered. “You want us to keep hating each other publicly while fucking in private? That’s insane.”

The tension between us tightened, sharp and charged. It had always been like this. For three years, our rivalry had been a violent, bitter clash of opposites. But beneath the hatred, buried under layers of discipline, was something darker that I refused to name. "I'll do whatever I want," Kael murmured, his voice losing its mocking edge, turning low and rough. He reached out, his large, calloused fingers gripping the strings of my hoodie. He didn't pull, but the contact was enough to make my breath hitch.

“What you call rivalry, it could be something more if you’d only be willing to see that. This isn’t just about us. This is about our heritage—something that’s been hidden beneath layers of deceit.” The words hung between us, and the gravity of uncharted territory settled upon my shoulders like a suffocating cloak. I had thought I’d been battling Liam for the love of Niyla, but now I sensed that the real battle was meant to transcend our personal grudges. “We need to dig deeper,” I finally said, feeling the surge of resolve sweeping through me like flames igniting. “There must be a reason the elders despise you. If we want to reclaim our place among the pack and clear your name, we must unite

He paused, scanning the group with sharp eyes. "We're faster. We're smarter and we are going to remind them why Titans don't lose. You're not just playing for yourself. You're playing for this jersey, for this rink...for every fan out there." Then his gaze sharpened on Jade. "Riccio!, here is not Apex. Here, you have to earn your spot, like everyone else." Jade's jaw clenched, stomach twisting. He hated that everyone here seemed to look down on him. He fisted his bump, determination burning inside him. He would prove them wrong.

The man who had overshadowed Mateo every year, who had climbed the business ladder with arrogance and confidence, and whose very name sent her grandfather into fits of rage. “How dare he?” she muttered, anger seeping into her voice. Yet beneath that anger, something else lingered,something she wasn’t ready to admit. She hated him. She should hate him, at least. Everything he stood for was against her family. He wasn’t just a rival; he was the personification of every hurdle she and Mateo had struggled to overcome. And yet...

Azalea clinked his glass with a spoon to grab everyone's attention and everywhere went quiet, then he began, “Greetings everyone, firstly I'll like to thank everyone for gracing us with their presence on this special day. Some of you might be wondering all these came about, how did I meet these two wonderful women in my life? Some of you might know and others might not so I am going to give a quick trip down memory lane… It wasn't roses and glitter at first. I had met Queen-Luna Alicia and Alice when I attacked their pack. I took them as slaves while I killed their parents. You could say it was already decided that we would be great enemies. They suffered quite a lot because of me, they did