Rivals Book Summary Novels & Stories

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."

We’d been drafted two years apart, built two different empires inside the same kingdom. And kingdoms don’t survive two kings. Victor stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against tile. “The sponsors are nervous. The board is furious. The press is calling it a rivalry.” “It’s not,” Damon snapped. It was. Victor’s eyes gleamed. “Then prove it.” I let out a humorless laugh. “You don’t bench two captains because T*****r says we don’t like each other.” Victor didn’t blink. “No. I trade one.”

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

These brothers were going to be the death of me ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Note To The Readers: As shown in the book, "Rejected Once, Claimed Twice,” Ashton is Zane's elder brother. You can read the book for curiosity's sake but not reading the book will not disturb the flow of the story so enjoy !

Kael Weeks had passed since that night in Riven’s bed, but the words still echoed in my head like a bad loop. Rivals with benefits. What the hell was that even supposed to mean? A lame joke? A shield? A way to keep me at arm’s length while still letting me touch him? Every time I thought about it, irritation and something sharper twisted in my chest. I wanted more than secret hook-ups and stolen nights. I wanted him properly. But right now, I was supposed to be focused.

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 was toxic rivals with this other racer. The only difference between us was he was an underground social climber, ass licker and a motherfucking yes-man. He tried to get on the good sides of some really dangerous big shots of the underground, no matter what dirty work he had to do to gain some favors from them. “While I, on the other hand, just got benefits by fucking winning races or just plainly manipulating things to fall in my favor.” He sounded like he was talking about the weather instead of fucking illegal manipulation and scary rivals. “But I would never lick up to no motherfucker’s balls and actively avoided situations that could potentially reduce me to that. And it worked. Appar

I had been a good enough fighter at the Dandelion Primes Pack, but the way he easily parried any blow I sent his way indicated just how much better the Black Raven Pack was at fighting. After a few minutes, I started to get tired and my swings became weaker and weaker. “You have no strength or stamina, and your fighting technique is sloppy and predictable,” he growled, “Is this really how they teach you to fight at the Dandelion Primes Pack?” I glared at him, my chest heaving, “I did not ask for you to come out here and insult my pack.” Suddenly, he took a step closer to me, completely catching me off guard. Anger and dominance pulsed off of his body in waves.

My brothers are not even considered as my rivals, so who the hell is he talking about? “I have no rivals! No one dares to challenge my authority in this city, no one!” I told him furiously, giving him a warning look. He checked at my words, raising his hand in mock surrender, laughing at me. “Yes, Raphael Hawkins, you have rivals. The Myers, they are your rivals. They used to be the most important people in this city, and they were your biggest rivals before they left the city many years ago, twenty-four years ago, you be precise. Do you remember the Myers?” he asked me, sounding serious this time.

etched across the entrance. He's handsome in a dangerous way. Not like Julian's golden-boy charm, but something darker. Harder. The article talks about his company's meteoric rise. How he rebuilt from bankruptcy eight years ago to become one of New York's most successful entrepreneurs. How he and Julian Voss have a well-documented rivalry. I read that line twice. Rivalry. I click deeper, finding more articles. Business journals. Society pages. An old piece from Harvard's alumni magazine. "Former Friends Turned Bitter Rivals: The Hale-Voss Feud."