My Ruthless Opponent Novels & Stories

he muttered under his breath. Elena leaned closer, reading over his shoulder. "Is it the same Richard? Like, Richard, Richard?" "Yes," Adrian said grimly. Elena’s face paled. Richard wasn’t just anyone. He was Adrian’s rival—a ruthless businessman who had spent years trying to take over major deals, partnerships, and mergers that Adrian’s company occupied. If Lucas had been working with him, this wasn’t just about money. This was a calculated attack. A betrayal that ran deeper than Adrian had ever imagined.

the supervisor calls out again and I see her stand up, “we have a special opponent for you today” A frown makes its way to her face and when I see her opponent, I also stand up. He is the same boy she busted his nose a few weeks ago. His nose looks fine now and I can see the anger in his eyes. “I am sure he wants to kill her,” Greta says. “He gives me the irks” Agatha chips in. “Seems you still want your nose burst again” Adele says, stepping onto the mat. “Are you scared?” He asks, pulling out a dagger. I see the rune on the side of his stomach and the frown on my face deepens.

The clearing became a battlefield drenched in dust and fury. Still, I only saw him. Malgori, my opponent. The man who tormented her. Who claimed ownership over the woman I loved. Who made her believe she had to fight alone? "I won't let you take her!" Malgori roared, eyes glowing blood-red. "Try and stop me!" I snarled. He came at me with everything he had, brute strength, raw dominance, madness. He punched the ground near my head, and the earth cracked and shattered like glass. I twisted, rolled, and slashed.

"Send scouts to monitor their movements closely. We'll strike when they're most vulnerable." Ryan nodded and left to relay my orders. Alone in my tent, I allowed myself a moment to process the day's events. The victory was ours, but the war was far from over. Adrian was a formidable opponent, and I knew he wouldn't take this defeat lightly. The moonlight cast shadows on the walls of my chamber, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. This battle had reminded me of my early days as Alpha, when every decision felt like a test of my leadership. But those days were long gone. I was no longer the untested leader struggling to prove himself. I was Magnus, the Ruthless Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and I had

“Undermining your opponents would never allow you achieve your goals.” “And that is where you’re getting it wrong!” Rhea frowned. “Mork is my servant and not my opponent. He has never posed a threat and would never.” “Elder Xhang once said something to me when I was younger,” Jimin smiled at her. “He told me that in life, everyone is an opponent.” “I don’t give a fuck whatever your dumb Elders said to you,” Rhea lashed out angrily. “No wonder my father never keeps Elders like your clan do.”

The crowd's reaction was mixed, some cheers, some skeptical murmurs. I was the new kid. I had to prove myself all over again. "Her opponent, Shadow Ring veteran with twelve victories to his name, the razor-sharp, the lightning-fast, give it up for RAZOR!" My opponent entered from the opposite side. Lean and wiry, moving with the coiled energy of someone who relied on speed over strength. His eyes locked onto mine with professional assessment. This wouldn't be like fighting Granite or the others at the Pit. Razor was a veteran. He'd studied opponents, knew the game.

"It's okay if you don't want to. But remember that I'm here. No matter what you do and what it does to you, I'm here." I sighed in defeat. I'm gonna tell her. It's no big deal or maybe it is. "I have a friend. She met someone handsome, rich, powerful, and cruel man. Since then she has been fighting her attraction against him. He wants her just for sex and he will go to any extent to have that. But she is afraid. She thinks that he might harm her and her family." "Why does that friend of yours think that?" "Because he is powerful and cruel. She doesn't want to be with him, at the same time wants to be with him."

[How do you deal with opponents you can’t defeat? Dulcie called back and said in a loud voice, “You met an opponent you can’t beat?! No way! You actually found your ‘arch nemesis’? Weren’t you carrying self-defense tools? The tranquilizers didn’t take him out? You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Ruth’s eardrums hurt from the barrage of questions. She placed her phone a little further away. When Dulcie was finally done, Ruth put the phone back to her ear. “I didn’t bring any.”

"I know you disdain winning matches this way, but think about it. Who's your opponent next week? That person is more ruthless than Louis!" "I've faced much tougher opponents," Morpheus said nonchalantly, adjusting the bandage around his wrist. "I'm still standing here in front of you, aren't I?" "Why are you so stubborn?" Fat Jim looked pained. "In our world, fists don't have eyes. There are no rules in these matches—kill or be killed!" "I know." "Everyone's on something. Why aren't you?" "I don't like this dirty stuff!" "You..." Fat Jim glared at him with a barely noticeable smirk. He placed the bottle on the table, knowing it was up to Morpheus whether he took it or not.

He'd been a fool to not know who his opponent was or prepare for the worst, as that was incredibly easy. Pressing the heel of my shoe against his throat, I bend to sever his arm from his socket. But I'm thrown off him by the second bouncer. His build and height make his shove almost powerful enough to topple me. I dust the snowy grains from my trousers and jacket, which arose from my skidding across the snowy ground, and fix on him a heated glare. "What the fuck!" He roars as he checks on his partner.