Rivals Novels & Stories

A few others murmured agreement—quiet, but there. Not all. Not unanimous. But enough. Coach Ramirez studied Jax for a long second. Then gave one sharp nod. “Meeting adjourned. Harlan—my office. Now.” Jax followed. The door clicked shut behind them. Coach sat behind his desk. Gestured to the chair opposite. Jax sat. Ramirez leaned forward, elbows on the scarred wood. “I’m not gonna pretend I understand this,” he said. “Bonds between rivals? That’s a minefield. I’ve seen them happen before—smaller leagues, lower stakes—and I’ve seen them destroy careers. You’re walking a razor’s edge here, kid.”

“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?”

Reporters shouted over one another while images of the Anderson family filled the screen. Mia smirked. “I have to admit, seeing Luke dragged away like that was satisfying.” Rachel’s lips curved slightly, but the darkness in her eyes remained. “It’s a shame Mr. Daniels couldn’t be arrested too,” Mia added. Rachel placed her glass down carefully. “That’s okay,” she said quietly. “I just want the empire built on my parents’ blood to crumble.” The hatred in her voice was impossible to miss. Mia studied her carefully before speaking again. “Speaking of the Andersons… what about Austin?”

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.

We are power. Her words hit like flint on dried kindling. Murmurs turned into loud applause. Pride, fear, and astonishment showed on their faces. She could see it in their eyes: they wanted to be part of something that couldn't be stopped. A youthful partner said, "What about rivals, ma'am?" Belle's voice was sharper than glass. "Rivals will only live as long as we let them. Those who try to stop us will remember our name as the end of their road.

Students crowded the stands in house-colored scarves, faces painted, throats raw from yelling. The leaderboard towered over the stadium like a guillotine, each new update drawing screams or groans. The second half of the Trials had begun. And no one was playing nice. Rivalries that had simmered during the first week were now frothing. Valiant had accused Dominion of sabotaging their climbing gear. Titan had gotten into a brawl with Prestige. Royal was in shambles—half their team hadn’t shown up to practice, and their leader was supposedly crying in the conservatory.

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.

So, at school, he’d always placed first in all his classes. What mattered was that Adam Rashidi had always been right behind Jonathan in terms of position, and he had made no secret of his dislike of that. Adam was also a child of immigrants, but in terms of popularity, he was more popular and liked than Jonathan. By sheer luck, both of them happened to enter the same industry, and continued their rivalry.

I was onto something here. “So the COO is a rival?” “A rival?” He scoffed. “More like an enemy. A foe!” BINGO!

The only thing unacceptable for Marc was the fact that he rarely won against Paul. People might find it weird that despite claiming rivalry against the other, he was still a board member in many of Paul's ventures. Actually, the other man was also like that. Marc was also someone who had numerous companies and in his corporation, Paul was also a shareholder. If others might say, they didn't look competitors, but bosom friends. It could be traced that they were both from the military before. Both were from reputable old rich families. They began dipping into business at the same time. If they were real competitors, then their competition was way too weird, way too healthy. Then again, which s