Heated Rivalry Book Novels & Stories

What is going to win love or hate? this book contains CEO Romance, love, family, friendship, violence and mature content read at your own risk

¥¥__¥¥ The Present: Now, as he sat at the head of the table, listening to his colleagues discuss the merger, Ahmed couldn’t help but think of Shaw. The man who had once been his closest friend was now his greatest rival. And as the merger deal came closer to finalization, Ahmed knew that Shaw was just another piece on the board—another opponent to defeat. His mind wandered back to the past, to the years of ruthlessness and betrayal that had shaped him into the man he was today. He thought of Lena, of Shaw, and of the countless others who had been collateral damage in his rise to the top.

It was something that I could have easily told him over the phone but I needed to imprint the urgency in his mind. As I left the place, my mind went back to the past as I remembered the rivalry growing up with Daniel. As I stepped out of my lawyer’s office and into the cool night air, my thoughts drifted back to the past—back to Daniel and the rivalry that had defined our childhood. Daniel and I had never been close, despite being family. If anything, we had been locked in a battle for as long as I could remember. It had started as little things—who could run faster, who got better grades, who our grandfather favored. But as we grew older, the stakes became higher. It wasn't just about pride

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.

The man he had once been fiercely jealous of. The one who had helped Amber during the years she'd been away from the pack—the man who had come dangerously close to becoming her future. The name alone stirred something ugly in his chest. He could still remember how much he had hated him after Amber returned to New York, and at the same time, how terrified he'd been of losing her to him. Until things had finally worked out between him and Amber, and Marcus had faded from their lives for good. Or so he had believed. Now here he was—back in Marcus's region—swallowing his pride and hoping the same man he once despised would help him wage war against Magnus and bring his family home.

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.

while the other students were at a secret party in the dorms. "Just ten more pages," I whispered to myself. The ancient library was silent, smelling of old paper and expensive wax. I needed this A+. If my grades slipped even an inch, the board would snatch my scholarship away and hand it to some rich kid who didn't even know how to spell 'hard work.' A heavy thud echoed from the back of the room. My heart jumped. I wasn't supposed to be here this late. If the headmaster caught me, I was dead. I quickly blew out my small reading lamp and ducked behind a shelf of thick history books.

His eyes are a cold, blazing fire, searing me in two. "Now stay away from me." I rip his hand from my collar and throw it to his side. "That may be hard, seeing that we're teammates." I scoff. Why would this idiot even think I want to spend my time with him? "I don't give a bloody hell. Stay the hell away from me." He runs his eyes over me like I'm some piece of trash and walks off. What the fuck? Blazing tears burn the back of my throat. The last time I felt that way... The last time people looked at me that way...

without providing a brief. He grabbed his coat, checking his reflection in the glass window. The Philip name was built on elegance and strategy. As he headed toward the elevator, a strange feeling settled in his gut the same feeling a soldier gets right before an ambush. Two empires. One hotel. And a meeting that neither heir was prepared for. . . . To be continued 🤍

Once he took the driver’s seat, I said, “They ruined my life. A little public humiliation is the best thing I can do for them.” Daniel’s eyes lit up. “So what’s the plan?” “The Mafia council has heard about Cara’s pregnancy and you possibly being the father.” Daniel groaned. “Ughhh. I can’t deal with this.” “You don’t have to. I’ve already agreed to a gala to celebrate the news.” Daniel rolled his eyes. “You’re having so much fun with this.” “Can you blame me? She caused it. Since she wants to be queen of the world, latching onto whoever she thinks is best, why don’t I show love by helping a sister?”