Rivals Novel Novels & Stories

"Maybe you just haven't given me much to laugh about." "Fair point." We kept talking about nothing important from books to movies to even high school experiences. That one time in high school when I broke my arm falling off a roof trying to get a frisbee. The time he got food poisoning before a championship game and played anyway. Forty-five minutes passed before I even noticed and when I looked at the clock it was hard to believe we were rivals who hated each other's guts with the way we were talking like friends who actually liked each other.

Jenny replied, clearly focusing on returning the compliment—she wasn’t used to this kind of interaction. “Well, well,” said one of the pageant candidates as she approached our table. “The fancy crowd. Hey, Jay.” “Hi, Jasmine,” I said, though I wasn’t sure. “Ashley, Jay. Still Ashley,” she corrected me. I’d mixed up the two candidates. I shrugged with a grin, and the others chuckled. Jenny quietly observed the girl. “Can we help you?” Paul asked politely. “I just came to wish my rival good luck—and everyone else too,” she said, glancing at Shannon, Jenny, and me.

“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.

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.

Damien commanded against his swollen lips, his breath hot, heavy, and thick with arousal. "Everything. Right now." Elias obeyed without a single second of hesitation. His hands were shaking, frantic and clumsy with a desperate need to be bared. He tore at his own buttons, sending a custom pearl fastener clattering across the floor, discarding his jacket, his shirt, and his trousers onto the plush wool carpet until he stood completely naked before his rival under the amber, low glow of the wall sconces. The dark, fingerprint bruises from their previous encounter were still clearly stamped against his pale thighs—a highly visible ledger of his corruption.

One wrong challenge in public and the rumors would explode across campus. A flashy new transfer student named Riley arrived at Shadowpeak Academy with big talk and even bigger attitude. He jumped right into morning practice and started challenging Dane's top spot in front of the whole team. The field went quiet as Riley strutted up during drills. "You the big star everyone talks about?" Riley said loudly with a cocky smile. "I heard you dominate everything. But I bet I could take you in a sprint right now. New blood might shake things up around here."

Intro; Odessa Sinclair and Knox Wolfe have been at war their entire lives first as childhood competitors, then as academic adversaries, and now as ruthless corporate rivals ruling empires built on ambition and power. Every stolen deal, every undercutting move, every headline worthy clash fuels the fire between them. But beneath the sharp words and calculated battles lies something far more dangerous an attraction neither of them can afford to acknowledge. When a gala confrontation turns into a late night encounter the carefully drawn lines between them blurs.

Emily was supposed to be just another chapter, but she lingers in every thought, in every damn inch of my apartment. The next day, I drown myself in work, turning all my focus back to the rival’s brewing scandal. It’s about to go public. The anonymous reports have done their job, and the media is circling, ready to pick it apart. Every shady corner he’s hidden in is about to be dragged into the light. I can’t lie; the thrill is satisfying, the rush that comes with bringing an enemy to his knees. But even as the rival’s empire begins to collapse, as satisfying as it is to watch, there’s still something empty about it.

And it particularly rankled that Grayson Barlowe had won it instead. We’ve been business rivals for years. The rivalry didn’t start with us, it started with his grandfather and my father. They were at war the entire length of their careers and even though they are both now deceased, the battle hadn’t gone to the grave with them. Out of respect for my father, I continued to resent Grayson Barlowe and all he represented. Not that he isn’t a creative genius. I’ve lost count of the number of awards he’s won for his stunning and innovative designs. I’m just insanely jealous of his success which seems to come so easily to him. Oh, and the fact that he’s a playboy who only has to look at a woman to

“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