Sibling Rivalry Movies Novels & Stories

Trapped in his gaze, loving him when I should not be loving him. This is gonna be hard… too hard to betray you, Patrick. But I have to… you ruined my father because of your rivalry with him. I have to get at you and set my father free. Even if it hurts as hell. I bit my bottom lip as I nodded at him, “Yes Patrick,” “I love you,” he groaned as he took my lips in his. I closed my eyes as I threw my arms over his shoulder, kissing him back, “Too bad,” I thought, “Too bad I love you too.”

I smirked. She winked by smacking her lips, “Same thing.” I laughed and leaned down to kiss her. Just a warm touch; soft, familiar, and grounding. She was smiling when I pulled back, though her eyes flicked toward me as if something was off. “I just don’t understand all this rivalry stuff,” she said quietly. “Silver Pack, Thorne Pack. Why can’t it all just end?” Because it never ends. Because my family’s blood and theirs are bound by hatred older than either of us.

“What do you mean?” The priest hesitated, then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Elianna is not your true sister by blood. She was taken in as an infant, the child of another. Your parents raised her as their own, out of compassion, but she was never told. When she discovered fragments of the truth years later, bitterness consumed her. She saw you as the chosen one, the rightful heir, while she was merely the shadow. That bitterness has now grown into hatred.” Clara’s breath caught in her chest. The words felt like stones crashing down around her. “Not my sister…” she whispered.

The weird thoughts that occur while you're watching your wife fuck another man. Besides, could I really be jealous while I was buried in my wife's baby sister? Scarlett started slowly bouncing up and down on my dick. Again, our position precluded us moving any faster. Occasionally she glanced back at her older sister. "She's getting fucked good," Scarlett said, a competitive sneer on her lips. Sibling rivalry at its finest. "What about you? You like what I can do for you?" I nodded my agreement. Fuck she felt so incredible. Scarlett giggled. She squeezed her arms around me, possessively. "Oh yes. Keep fucking me with that big, bare dick. I love it."

"Sorry about that. I guess I'm just tired. The game was brutal. We should get home." "This isn't about the game." She said. "Whatever is wrong with you has been here long before today's game. What's going on, Trav? You can talk to me. You know that, right?" "Yeah." Like hell I could. Zahara was amazing, but there was no way she'd understand any of this or think it was normal. Kissing my step brother and him kissing me back, him confessing that I was making him crazy, and he resented that I wasn't delving into this madness with him.

“What’s it about, anyway?” “Who knows?” she shrugged. “They’re boys; they’ll always find something to argue about. It started off as normal sibling rivalry. They were two boys with a lot of things to fight for, and then it got worse. Fueled by my father’s encouragement of ‘healthy.’” - she made air quotes with her fingers. “Competition, they just got worse…” She trailed off. “I guess it’s just part of being a Sterling. We are quite dysfunctional, if you haven’t noticed…” I chuckled. “Every family has its troubles, I guess…”

The next one was worse. “WAR IN PARADISE: Hale Perfect Siblings Turn on Each Other!” “Sources say sister pushed brother into pool for power and inheritance!” I blinked, scrolled, and saw another article that looked like a bad soap opera ad. “Sibling Rivalry or Family Tragedy? The Hales’ Dark Secret Unfolds!” “Insiders reveal Lena Hale was jealous of her brother’s sudden rise and his mysterious pregnancy!” “What his what?” I groaned out loud. “Oh, for crying out loud…”

"Was the company not enough? Did you have to take my soul, too?" The realization that my own brother had been the one in that photo that he had been the one forcing Aria to submit while I was upstairs sleeping, the one who orchestrated the kidnapping to get Project Apex—was a knife that wouldn't stop twisting. He hadn't just wanted the company. He wanted to steal every piece of my soul, to break the woman I loved and make me watch. It wasn't about the power; it was about the humiliation. That's the difference between a rival and a brother. A rival just takes the throne. A brother lights your life on fire and hands you the match.

I let out an exasperated sigh and faced the board again, tucking one of my braids behind my ear. “Whatever you’re trying to do with Noah, I’ll advise you to just stop now,” she muttered and a line appeared between my brows as I moved my head to the side a bit. “You know how close he is with Tyler and Shane and he has already started arguing with them because of you. Things won’t go well for you if you succeed in ruining their friendship.” Her words made me clench my fists and grit my teeth in anger as I turned to face her. Things won’t go well for me? What the hell?!

It was tormenting to think about the fact that she had actually done something that despising all for a man. "Caramel is here." I announced to my parents while they craned their heads at us. I had intentionally ignored making mention of the male figure. My mother rushed to her feet to stand in front of Caramel. She gripped her shoulder and began to shake her like there was no end to her troubles. "Why would you do that to your own sister? My mother wailed, "what got into you? How could you let yourself be blinded by lust? What happened to the love and bond I trained you to share with your sisters?" She cried, not faltering with her action.