Rivalries Novels & Stories

His attitude towards my getting married to Axel greatly confused me, less than a month ago he'd treated me hatefully because I was in a relationship and he'd backed me against the wall with so much pressure until I betrayed him and ruined what we had. So why on earth did the thought of us getting married appeal to him suddenly? "Why are you suddenly so hell-bent on getting me married to Axel? You hate his family and you've been rivals for years— what suddenly changed?" I asked sincerely, I couldn't figure it out no matter how much I racked my brain. "Rivalry is natural in the mafia, it's unbecoming to be without a rival. A mafia family without a rival doesn't hold enough authority to be a th

Few people clapped but few were looking at him with shocking faces as they didn’t understand what Ace was upto. Ace lifted up his trophy showing to everyone and spoke “For this, we faced many things. Our team and North Hill team became the rivals even in personal matters. Of course, it all happened because of a guy like me and I really request both the colleges to stop making this rivalry personal. It’s just a competition.” “Ace, what are you doing?” Freddie tried stopping him but Ace dismissed him. Ace continued “I learnt many things with this game. Because of this, many people entered into my life, who became the part of my life now.” He turned his head to Edwin smiling.

I had a terrible hang-over, and my wolf was restless, making my head hurt even more. Since it was our turn to be in charge of the evening games this year, I needed to be introduced to the other competitors; It made me smirk. We ‘ere feared for several reasons, and our lust for blood, women, and money was well known. We took what we wanted and never looked back with remorse. The game was a big event and even more significant since it was the anniversary of 100 years. It started back then as a rivalry business for all the packs to compete against each other, and it continues the same to this day.

Whatever Halloran was planning, whatever his father might still attempt from the sidelines of a company he no longer controlled, Damian found he was no longer facing any of it entirely alone, and that fact alone changed the shape of every fight still ahead of him. The story became public knowledge in the way most things eventually did in Ashford's business circles, not through an official announcement but through the slow, inevitable seep of people who knew people, until by Friday it had become the kind of open secret that everyone acknowledged without anyone quite remembering how they'd first heard it. A gossip column in the city's business weekly ran three sentences about it under a headli

Wanting to disconnect, I pulled out my phone and opened I*******m to mindlessly scroll through my feed. My thumb stopped dead on the screen. A new post stared back at me. It was a photo Ethan had uploaded just an hour ago. He was smiling brightly, his arm wrapped tightly around Clifford. I stared at the image, my chest tightening as the memories of our two-year relationship rushed to the surface. He had constantly refused intimacy under the guise of respect and waiting for marriage. It had all been a lie. I had been completely blind, serving as nothing more than a convenient cover story to hide his reality from his conservative family.

He honestly preferred the second one because at least it gave him something to work with. The rivalry started almost immediately with one of the players during practice. Ryan had been one of the better players there and he clearly wasn’t happy about Elijah getting so much attention. Every time Elijah scored, Ryan would find a way to score right after him. If Elijah made a good pass, Ryan would try to make an even better one. It didn’t take long before everyone started noticing what was happening between them. Neither of them really said anything about it, but whenever they were on the ice together, it was like they were always trying to prove something to each other. Elijah didn’t mind it th

"Cole's insufferable about losses, for the record. You'll be hearing about this for weeks." "I look forward to it. Genuinely." I meant it, watching the easy chaos of two rival teams sharing dinner like old friends instead of enemies. "It's strange, thinking about how differently this rivalry could have gone, given everything that happened between our packs before this year." "It really could have." Lenin's expression sobered slightly, old weight briefly visible beneath the evening's lightness. "I'm grateful it didn't, more than I probably say often enough. This kind of ordinary rivalry, real competition without real danger underneath it, that's not something I take for granted anymore."

But my prayer has never been answered, and he was always ready to flirt with me before every damn game. Why do I hate him? Because we're arch-rivals. I'm Canada's top ice hockey player, and I give it my all. Everyone is relying on me; my family, my teammates, my country, my fans. I don't even have the time to play or make friends. But Kane was the opposite of what I stand for. He jokes with literally everything, always comes late to our joint meetings and events, and when asked why, he gives silly excuses. I don't even understand how he got recruited and became the United States top ice-hockey player. But the first time I played against him and lost, I knew he was my nemesis, and I immediate

The vanguards have made tens of billions in bets, swearing to bleed the Legion dry. "That's nothing. I heard that the legionnaires and the vanguards have secretly been challenging each other to fights as well, and some even sold off all their assets just to bet on this one match!" "Things sure are getting more and more heated up!" "Heh, this isn't just a simple duel to the death. The Dominion Vanguard and the Legion have never gotten along. They're sworn enemies! This is a clash of both old history and new grudges. Both sides are pissed, of course, eager to send the other to hell. This won't end until the total annihilation of either party!"

I headed back to my room in silence. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to remove the image of Elisa from my mind. Our first encounter looped in my head as I blushed at the memory of her beauty and strong headed nature. I couldn't help but chuckle as I remembered the manner in which she spoke to father and the envoys. My heart falls in turmoil each time I think of how closely I held her, going up the stairs. I could barely suppress my excitement at the thought of being married to her but despite my happiness I didn't dare outwardly show my feelings towards her, it would only complicate things if I fell in love with the daughter of the enemy. Regardless of the fact that I was completely oppos