Sibling Rivalry Movies Novels & Stories

Mum says as she grabs Krystal's wrist and leaves the room slamming the door behind her. Aunt Alami's fists clench. She opens the door and goes storming down the hallway. The next day, Aunt Alami cooks jollof rice. Mum turns the whole pot of food into the dustbin and cooks yam instead. When it began raining, Mum carried everyone's clothes from the line, everyone's except Aunt Alami's. Aunt Alami retaliates by not-so-mistakingly spilling drinks on the chairs at every chance she gets and ignoring Mum like she is invisible. Nobody tries to get involved in their fight, not even my grandparents. Grandmother says they haven't changed since they were kids. They remind me of Luc and I, of how we used

l How terrific! Sibling rivalry was an age-old tactic among noble families, and they were no different. The fight had started over a position, a damn position. It was hard for me to believe that these siblings, who had always seemed like the perfect family on screen, were actually just faking their adhesion for show.

“This is what happens when you deny a child his rightful place in his family. Sibling rivalry is so tragic, isn’t it?” Eva moved fast. Too fast. “Get your hands off my son!” she snapped, yanking Sam back just as Martha reached for him again. Nathan cried harder. Mia started crying too. “Why are you all being so mean?” Mia sobbed. “He just wanted to play…” “Because he’s trying to steal everything!” James shouted. “Our daddy! Our money! Our fortune! Our name! Our family!” “I’m not....” Nathan choked out, but Leo silenced him with one final blow.

I retorted, finally breaking contact with the asshole. Sara chuckled, “Remind me again how the rivalry started?” I gasped before settling my full attention on my best friend whose brain has chosen to forget my most sensitive experience. “He bet on me, Sara! He gambled with my worth and as if that isn’t enough, he’s also about to become my fucking stepbrother!” I slammed my locker door closed with a strong force. I’d let the imagination that it was his head consume me. “Wasn’t that two years ago? You’ve hated him since freshman year? It’s Junior year already, it’s time to let go and you both are becoming a family…”

No more worrying about who might be the killer. But all I felt was cold. --- At noon, I finally stood up. My legs were stiff, my back aching from sitting on the hard floor. I walked to the window and looked out at the campus. Students crossed the quad in groups, laughing, talking, holding hands. The lake glittered in the distance, blue and calm and innocent. The lake where my sister died. The lake where someone held her under until she stopped fighting. I pressed my palm to the glass. "I'm sorry, Alice," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't do this alone."

he replied, launching into a series of acrobatic maneuvers that left their adversaries reeling. As they fought side by side, their sibling rivalry fueled their determination to outshine each other, each vying to prove themselves the superior warrior. But beneath the teasing and taunting, there was an unspoken bond of camaraderie and mutual respect, a shared understanding that they were stronger together than apart.

What kind of brother does that to his sibling? But we weren’t true siblings, not in any way that bound us. We were rivals dressed as family. I let my resentment sit and mature. I let it harden into strategy. My most recent plan had backfired; Zara seemed to have slipped deeper into Roman’s arms than I anticipated. But a plan is only as good as its follow-up. The war wasn’t over, not for me. Roman had taken something I valued, and I was determined to make him pay.

he muttered shaking off his head. “Yeah, I see it.” I crossed my arms, watching Ethan’s jaw tighten as Ryan disappeared into his garage. “He is so obsessed.” Marco chuckled under his breath. “Obsession, attraction, love or whatever you want to call it. He's all in deeply.” “Do you think Ryan knows?” I asked. Marco gave me a look like I had asked the dumbest question alive and I know I have. “Ryan? He’s too stubborn, he'll definitely twist it into rivalry until the day he dies. That’s what makes it so funny.”

“I loved my parents. Don’t ever say that. I wanted to be free of my sister. With my parent’s gone, she’s out of control. She should be the one in here, not me.” “Why is that?” “She’s greedy. She’ll do anything to get it all. She wants everything we’ve inherited. Her share and mine.” Davina smirked and gave a slight chuckle. “It’s embarrassing at times.” “Your sister embarrasses you?” “At times.” Davina looked at him quizzically. “Didn’t I just say that?” The timer went off just as he was about to reply. It was like a scene from a high school television show. He picked up his precious pad of paper and stood up abruptly. “That’s the bell. Time’s up. I’ll see you next week.”

"We've never really settled who's the better father out of the two of us, so why don't we settle it right now?" Arlo raised one of his eyebrows. "What are you insinuating?" "You and me. Another competition." "What kind?" "Let's see whose baby comes out first." "That doesn't sound like a bad idea." "Of course, it's not a bad idea!" Dalton said in an obvious tone. "It was me who suggested it, so it's bound to be good." Arlo scoffed. "Whatever. So, this is going to be the final battle, huh? Whoever wins here wins it all?"