Rivalries Mga Nobela at Kwento

He staggered, spit red, but his answer wasn’t retreat. It was a hook. Sloppy, but real. It caught me across the cheek. I laughed, blood on my teeth. “There it is. Your first bite.” His grin was half-feral. “Then keep feeding me.” The night it happened, the pit was overflowing. Word had spread — Rival fights till death. Rival can’t be killed. Rival is the pit. The rails bent under the weight of bodies pressing close, cash flying, chants deafening.

I handed her phone back to her. "Them," I muttered. "You mean Raging Beast and Deadly Snake!" she exclaimed. I frowned. "Why do you all call them by those names?" I asked. "Because it suits their personalities perfectly. Nobody dares to call them by their real names in this school unless they're tired of living. Raging Beast, as the name implies, is cold and always angry. Some students say he has anger issues. He's the son of the Alpha of the neighboring pack. He's ruthless, and even the principal is wary of him. Deadly Snake, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He rarely speaks unless it's absolutely necessary. He could witness someone dying right in front of him and still maintain

My fists were clenched tightly at my sides, my jaw was set, and my head was held high with my back straight as I walked down the hallway, mentally counting each step and silently praying to whatever gods were listening that I wouldn't meet anyone on my way until I reached the door. That same door that, despite being right in front of me, seemed impossibly far away. Noises echoed from outside the building – not just any building, but the nation's media house. Outside, over one hundred thousand people from across the nation had gathered, arguing and silently waiting to see who would win tonight's game between Sunhaven and Dawnlands. They wanted to know which of the two greatest packs in the na

“If he marries her, he’s definitely inheriting everything. I need a stronger political marriage, but there’s no one left.” Daniel hummed on the other end, clearly thinking. “What about Brandon?” I stopped pacing. “Brandon?” I repeated, like the name itself was poisonous. Brandon Kingsley was the last person I’d ever consider for anything, let alone marriage. The thought alone made my stomach twist. We were rivals. He was the guy who stole the fraternity president position from me. The guy who always outshined me, no matter how hard I worked. But worse than that— He was a man and it's well known that he was gay

“Good. Because next match, I’m winning. And then I’m fucking you senseless in the showers.” I laughed quietly, pulling him closer. For the first time, the rivalry felt like foreplay to something bigger. Something terrifying and real. But the season wasn’t over. And secrets like this had a way of exploding.

“Make them regret challenging us.” Sophia shivered, a dark, hungry light returning to her eyes. “Yes, Mother.” The rivalry had become something far more dangerous than either family had anticipated. It was no longer just about dominance. It was about who could break the other’s most prized possession first. And Sophia Kane was caught directly in the middle — torn between blood and an emerging, terrifying new craving.

They kept using me, switching positions, trading places, competing with every thrust and filthy word to see who could make me break harder. By the time they finally let me collapse, I was a trembling, cum-covered mess — ruined, claimed, and completely addicted. Rylan kissed my forehead, almost tender. “Round two starts in ten minutes, little new girl. Better catch your breath.” Rhys smirked from the other side of the bed. “Or don’t. I like you desperate.” The rivalry had only just begun. And I was already terrified of how much I wanted both of them to win.

Done with this childish rivalry, my wolf growled the truth I didn’t want to face. Rivalries don’t fade when you’re forced into the same territory. They ignite. I knew for a fact that this was going to be a wild ride.

Linda snapped back. "I'm anxious, that's all." "I understand, that is why I am still here. Ok, as I was saying, you are your father's son, right?" "Obviously." Brant rolled his eyes mentally. "So technically, if she believes that your father is responsible for her pain, hence her rival, it automatically makes you her rival too. Now the question is, why would she tell you her intentions if she really hated you?" Brant shrugged, "I don't know, perhaps to torture me emotionally, I'll see the end coming but can't change it…?"

"They are like that, but they have been friends for many years. There is always a rivalry between them of who is the best doing their things, for example, last year Nate's company surpassed Nicholas's company, but this year Nicholas wants to beat him, in the world of high society he takes a role very important." "What strange disputes between those two, they should settle for what they have and that's it, but I see that the one who has more wants more." "The bad thing is the reputation Nate has." She turned to see if no one would listen. "What reputation?" I leaned closer, placing my ear close to her mouth.