Novel & Cerita Rivalry Synonym

An assassin could be anyone. “I have a business meeting and you are a rival.” She is not happy with the arrangement, tough luck. “I don’t own banks, our rivalry has nothing to do with business.” “You could own one tomorrow,” she suggests. She has a point, I do have funds to start a bank but it’s not my cup of tea. “I am not planning to,” I respond, amused. Giving up is not in her vocabulary. We stare at each other, no one backing down until a knock on the door puts an end to it.

It was torture. And now? What was he going to make me do this time? A few of my teammates walked up, clapping me on the back like I was some stray dog that needed comforting. “Hey, man, you almost had him.” Almost. That damn word again. Almost wasn’t a win. Almost wasn’t a trophy. Almost was just another way of saying you failed. And the only thing people remembered was the guy who crossed the finish line first. And that wasn’t me. I shook them off, exhaling sharply. “Almost doesn’t mean anything.”

"It makes it sound like a merger. Like we're two corporate entities that decided to synergize." "To be fair," Damian said, reading it with a raised eyebrow, "there was a merger of sorts. It just happened to involve considerably more feelings than the average corporate synergy." "Don't make jokes about it. I'm trying to be appropriately offended on behalf of my own dignity." "Your dignity remains fully intact. I checked."

I pumped faster, breath ragged, knowing he could hear everything. His eyes widened when he finally realized what I was doing, the wet strokes, my low growls. “Gross... you're disgusting.” “I know you want it too. Want me to pin you down, fill you up until you're knotted and leaking my cum.” “Go to hell.” He hung up. I smirked, still riding the edge. He was fighting it, but that denial? It only made me want to claim him more. A few minutes later, I stepped outside for some air, trying to cool the rut fever. Then a loud motorcycle engine revved, circling me like a predator before screeching to a stop right in front. “Hello, brother!”

He felt anger simmer in his veins, his scent shifting instantly to something hot and livid. Ashriel took notice of this and smiled wider. He didn’t know he would get so much exhilaration out of wounding the man up but now, he realized he had not known true joy. Therion, not wanting to keep the maid waiting bent and pulled at the last streak of meat on his plate and gobbled it down quickly. Looking no less rabid than a well, rabid dog. This seemed to amuse one of the workers and Therion would have pleasure torturing him in his dreams.

"The Vance family." The ancient feud between the Sterlings and the Vances had tasted like blood for decades. They had fought over territory, shipping lines, and power since their grandfathers' time. For Damian Vance to treat his own wife like garbage in the dirt was one thing, but to throw her right onto Sterling ground was an entirely different declaration of war. "What do you want to do, sir?" Julian asked, his tone shifting into absolute professional lockstep. "Should I prepare a statement? Alert the board?"

he said, his voice sharp enough that only I really caught the bite behind the toast. The others laughed and echoed him “To rivals!” and threw the shots back. But I just stared at him over the rim of my glass before downing it. Rivals. Yeah. That was one way to put it.

She asked, curiosity getting the best of her. "Come with me," Dom offered. "Don't boss me around, I know my way around." She said, going back to her hostile tone. _____________ ********* Side Note: 'Fran-anglais' is a jargon we use in my country when someone mixes French and English words in the same sentence. I do not know if it is actually an English word, I have never looked it up, but that's the context in which the term is used where I'm from.

Hera excitedly asked. "Rivalee." For the first time today, the group of people had a warm reaction. Something about that name just seems right. "It may sound similar to the word "rival," but in reality, it means "to bind" in Hebrew." "To bind?" Hera asked. "Yeah. To bind and come together." Emery smiled. "I think it's perfect. Rivalee. Despite being rivals, you were able to come together in the end. And now, you've even built a family with each other."

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.