Rivalry Novels & Stories

She didn’t even give a damn about the fact that my men were behind me. If anything, I know she’d go for my head given the chance. It was amusing. And also annoying as hell. Amara had been my rival for as long as I could remember. It dated as far back as when we were kids. It wasn’t just an individual rivalry though. This was a family rivalry. The Vitales and the DeLaurentis’ had been at each other’s necks for decades. Our rivalry was something born as a result of it. Even now that I’d taken then position of Don, it didn’t mean things would end just yet. I hated her and she hated me just at much. I

My jaw tightened. I had seen his face before, countless times over the years. On screens. In newspapers. On banners and sponsorship deals. Every time his name came up beside mine, it was always the same narrative, rivalry. Competition. Two rising heirs destined to clash. But that was never what he was to me. Riko wasn’t just a rival that stole some of my brand deals. He wasn’t just competition that I needed to face on the field. He was my enemy. And one day, I was going to kill him myself.

~Zane~ “What do you mean you don’t think you want to continue with the competition anymore?” Josh asked, his voice high pitched and I could imagine some veins popping out of his necks as he said that. I puffed up air from my noise angrily. “I said what I said, don’t stress me.” I let the chair do a 360 as I was thinking of ways to further keep those two apart. I could feel the tension between them. I should be happy that it’s nothing good but no.

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.

He was waiting for me, his son and prized competitor, to emerge after my 20-minute break and win the game, bringing him pride once again. Unfortunately, I didn't think victory would be possible tonight. Not when my arch-nemesis, Damario Bloodworth, the prince of the East and my opponent, was waiting for me in that room, holding the weight of my deepest secret in his hands. "Gods, this is a mistake. Turn around and walk away, Zayn. Act like it never happened. If you don't acknowledge it, it never existed." My subconscious mind screamed at me, frantically urging me not to enter that room.

He’d come this far. Silas was somewhere in the haze, but Rafael didn’t need to see him to know he was there. He could feel the malice radiating from his old rival, the weight of every unspoken promise and threat between them. This wasn’t just a battle between two men—it was the culmination of years of lies, betrayal, and ruthless ambition. And for all the cold, calculating moves Rafael had made in his life, this moment felt personal. Too personal.

I could feel her hand shaking against mine as she gripped to steady her hold. “The rivalry…” She continued when she didn't get any response from me. Then she shrugged. “What is it for? Money? Land? Business? More money?” She rapped without holding her breath. “Just name it!” Her tone was getting quite dramatic. Still silent, I leaned back in my seat, one leg crossed over the other, and I tapped on the table surface, skillfully, as if stuck on a game of chess. “The Contis don't beef with little humans…”

Rhys said, his eyes glaring at his brother with an intensity that was hard to ignore. It was like a match had been lit in the room, and the air was charged with the electricity of two strong wills about to clash. Mischa’s gaze flicked to Rhys, and for a moment, there was a tension between the two of them that I hadn’t expected. I could see the rivalry between them, the unspoken competition, the years of history that lay beneath the surface.

His face was all emotionless as he stared at me with nothing but disgusting, loathing, and hatred. My heart squeezed. I opened my mouth, desperate to say something, anything, but before I could, the voice of the MC boomed through the hall. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the special event that will shake the whole city of manchester…” The crowd erupted in mad cheers, while others murmured in confusion. “I guess it's time for the proposed competition, see you there, My Rival” Andrian said before going away with the woman beside him. Her distant laughter rang like the horn of hell to my ears.

He solemnly swore not to let the truth in him go unrewarded. In the realm of rivalry and over a decade-long of standing animosity and hostility between his house and the Fullers, Fergus Black finally found himself face-to-face on the battlefield against his most formidable opponent yet. You could slice through the tension in the air as the stage was being set for an epic showdown that would determine the fates of both respective factions and shape their destinies forever.