Rivalry Novels & Stories

“But on a serious note, Luna, you shouldn't fall for him. He is a rival to your husband, so…” “A rival? What do you mean?” I asked. “What I mean is… Riven and Sky are like fire and water. They really can't stand each other,” he said, squinting his face. “And I think it's because your husband is jealous.” I scoffed. “Jealous? Jealous how?”

The most prominent was a crystal trophy—"Blackwood Pack's Strategist of the Year." I had won that for him. Killian reached for my shoulder, probably about to try one of his "calming" tricks. "Sera, I know this is hard to accept, but for the future of the pack—" My hand shot out and grabbed the crystal trophy. CRACK. Sharp fragments dug deep into my palm, and blood welled up instantly. Killian froze. I held up my bleeding hand. The crimson drops blossomed against the crystal, stark and visceral, like morbid roses blooming on glass.

“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

All I could see fighting now is jealousy and the strong desire to outperform Tristan in every damn way. "You are a sick and selfish bastard, Declan. Is this a game to you? Does your son's life mean anything at all? Even in moments like this when all you should care about is how he is doing, you are still bothered about Tristan doing better than you. Is it a game or a competition? Huh? Is it?" I could scream right now because I had never been this angry before. How can he think about rivalry in this situation? Tristan let go of all his grudges the moment he heard about Dame, so why couldn't he do the same?

He fucked me with a level of raw passion and possessiveness I had rarely seen, whispering how proud he was, how no one could compare to his Gangbang Princess, even as the memory of Sophia lingered between us. The competition with Sophia was thrilling, intoxicating, and deeply satisfying. But it was also becoming a warning light. Sophia’s growing desperation to outdo me was pushing us toward increasingly risky territory. And Liam’s conflicted emotions were reaching dangerous levels. How long could this rivalry continue before it broke something precious between Liam and me? To be continued…

He took another step forward until the two men were nearly chest to chest, “Crown blood. Strong womb. That makes her mine. I’m the one with the highest points this week. You want to challenge that, Rage? Right here?” Reaper’s smirk widened “I’ll paint the concrete with your guts and still take her while your corpse lays there.” Rage’s face twisted with pure fury. I could see it now.. the history between them. These two were rivals. Long-standing. Blood had been spilled between them before, over points, over status, over the best women in the pens.

"We go way back. I am allowed to look at someone I know." Kai was quiet for a moment. Then he said nothing else. But he did not move away either and I was very aware of exactly how much space was not between us. +++++++ The scrimmage was not supposed to get ugly. It always got ugly. Kai and Liam had history. Everyone knew it. Two years of tournament clashes and no love lost between them. Liam was a physical player. Kai was a psychological one. When those two things met on the ice the result was never clean.

He pushed it open just an inch. "It's empty," he whispered. "Come on." We climbed out into a luxurious office. It smelled like expensive cigars and old money. But before we could reach the door, it swung open. It wasn't a guard. It was Cassian Vale, Maxwell’s biggest rival. He was holding a gun, and he was pointing it straight at Maxwell’s chest. "I knew you'd come this way, Thorne," Cassian said with a crooked smile. "But you’re a bit late. The police are already at the gates. And they aren't here for the ring."

"Soren, what are you trying to do?” "Werewolves and vampires have had a truce for a hundred years. Are you trying to break the treaty?" "Of course not." Soren answered carelessly. "I just want the Alpha to make a choice. Do you want this she-wolf and the pup in her belly, or do you want Vera Nightingale?" Kieran gritted his teeth, staring hard at Soren. Roland urged anxiously from the side, "Alpha! Wendy is carrying your only pup!"

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