Sibling Rivalry Patreon Novels & Stories

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.”

"Your sister?" "Oh, haven't you figured it out?" Riley laughs in amusement. "June and I are sisters who are both working on bringing down the Winterbite pack. My job was to get close to Dior. But lately, that bitch has taken over the position to lead, and that complicates things—the only way to get to Patricia is through her friends." Wait, if Riley is the bad guy, then is she also the one who murdered Patricia's parents? The killer had written Patricia's name on the walls with blood, and gosh, they sent Patricia's mother's head to our door—is Riley truly capable of going to such lengths?

She’s nothing but a freak, and I’ll trade my last breath for a nail in her heart. All I did was have some fun and she refused to let it go. “I doubt. But they’re about to become siblings-“ “Step-siblings.” I intercepted Dan. The thought of it irking me. “But that’s honestly perfect, gives me the perfect opportunity to make her life more miserable.” I grinned, not at my words but the image of me giving her hell. “She’s going to graduate high school without a boyfriend or a love story. That’s literally the biggest misery in my opinion,” Finn chipped in, a dramatic sigh at the end of his statement.

"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.

But I wasn’t going to let Lilith off the hook either. “I asked for a million. Sure. But Lilith wanted you to fund her entire TV series. You think that’s free? That’s at least ten million.” Justin turned, slowly, to look at Lilith. His expression cracked. “Is that true?” Selene cut in before Lilith could speak. “Of course it is! Lilith is your sister too. She’s launching her career. As her big brother, you should support her.” Justin laughed bitterly. Not because it was funny—but because he finally understood.

"Maeve, look at this!" I took it. The screen showed the top trending anonymous post on the underground network, highlighted in red: ContiFamilyBloodFeud: Brother's Betrayal, Sister Stands Alone. I clicked on it. The first post was a long exposé by an underground informant, the headline bloody and glaring: "A Real-Life Cain and Abel Story! Iron-Willed Sister Fights Tooth and Nail for Family Business, Worthless Brother Colludes with Outsiders to Seize Power!" The post detailed the clashes at the arbitration in minute detail, citing numerous inside sources from the "attending elders" and even included a few blurry, covertly taken photos.

"Support's shifted. Three of Halloran's original allies have quietly distanced themselves over the last month, especially after the unveiling. It's hard to argue reputational risk against a project that just got a standing ovation from a thousand people and citywide press coverage that's been almost uniformly positive." "Halloran still has his stake. His twelve percent, plus whatever he picked up from my father." "He does," Nadia agreed. "But numbers only work if you can convince enough people to vote with them, and right now, the story he'd need people to believe, that you're somehow still your father's son underneath it all, doesn't match what anyone's actually watched happen this year. I

"My dear 'sister,' may I ask what important matter has led you to obstruct me?" The emphasis on the word 'sister' was biting, openly revealing disdain and mockery. Reminding Debbie of her own background, making her face even uglier. "You left, why have you come back? Isn't it better to stay abroad? Why did you return and try to take Martin and Randy from me?" Patricia sneered, "I'm not interested in Martin. If you want him, go ahead, I won't compete with you. But Randy is my son. Why do you think he belongs to you?"

Finally, as we were about to turn toward the building's garage, I reminded him, "You have to bite your tongue and borrow from Pete. If you don't get yourself a good job now, you'll be sorry." "You have no idea how it feels to be the loser sibling." "I have a good idea what it's like to be the loser mate," I said waspishly. "Think about it. My closest friends are Pete, multimillionaire celeb chef; Kieran, the second coming of Christ on the pitch with actual fuck films made about him; and Shane, who's a bit more all-powerful than God himself. And then I'm flogging my goddamned watches just to be able to afford a fake girlfriend."

"It's time, Lily. Dad is asleep." "What about mummy? What if she is not sleeping?" Lily asked and I wished Mummy snored too. "Let's just... Risk it." I liked the word risk. Lily did not argue, it was one of the things I loved about her. She was my partner in crime and a faithful follower, the best sister anyone could ask for.