Sonic Rivals Sonic Novels & Stories

Sienna called Marcus into her office before she'd finished reading it a second time, her hands not entirely steady. "Someone's trying to blow this up," Marcus said, once he'd read it himself. "Question is who, and why now." She had a guess, and she didn't like it. She called Damian within the hour, and found him already aware of the complaint, already furious in a way she hadn't seen from him before, controlled but unmistakable.

I hadn’t told her and Dia that I was bullied because moving to London was sort of a fresh start for me and I didn’t want them to feel sorry for me but since the three of us would be attending my former school in a couple of days, they were most likely going to find out. “You could… You could say that I don’t like them. They don’t like me too and were actually pretty mean when we went to school together. We didn’t exactly run in the same circles so -” “Why was that bitch being all nice then?” she cut me off with a frown and I drew my brows together. “What bitch?” “The blonde bitch.” “... Candi Sparks?” “No, the…” she trailed off and her lips parted slightly as stared at me for a couple of sec

I said Mangey purrs. I turned around to see a massive yellow wisp, angry and under Corona’s control “its the drill wisp it used to be an ally to Sonic back at Sonic Colours now Corona has brainwashed it to stop me” I said, Sonic was in tears and shock to see the yellow drill wisp now massive and angry ready to stop me. My group and I get ready to fight against the massive yellow drill wisp.

He tried again, but the call never connected. Meanwhile, Marcus sat in his car, satisfaction curling his lips. He dialed Luke. The line clicked. “Hello?” Luke’s deep voice echoed. Marcus didn’t waste time. “Your suspicions were correct,” he said slowly, savoring every word. “Racheal—Louis’s daughter—and Anna, the granddaughter of the Daniels family… are the same person.”

He pushed it open just an inch. "It's empty," he whispered. "Come on." We climbed out into a luxurious office. It smelled like expensive cigars and old money. But before we could reach the door, it swung open. It wasn't a guard. It was Cassian Vale, Maxwell’s biggest rival. He was holding a gun, and he was pointing it straight at Maxwell’s chest. "I knew you'd come this way, Thorne," Cassian said with a crooked smile. "But you’re a bit late. The police are already at the gates. And they aren't here for the ring."

“And now we’re going to end you.” Roland chuckled. “You’ll never pull the trigger. You still need answers. Like who else you share blood with… or how many more siblings I created.” Grace froze. “What did you say?” Roland grinned. “Did you think it was just the two of you? You were the prototypes. But I perfected the formula later. Enhanced. Controlled. Loyal.” Grace’s skin went cold. “Where are they?” Roland shrugged. “Scattered. Hidden. Some don’t even know what they are yet. But when I die… a signal will go out. They’ll awaken. And they’ll finish what I started.”

Her father was one of the biggest diamond moguls on the continent, and not only that, she was ranked the most beautiful lady in the world nine whole TIMES! ‘This was the lady he was putting me up against? I feel like the world is going to implode on my head!’ Roman stood there for a few seconds before walking off with me holding him. Once we got to the stairs, I saw Lily hold his hand. It was almost like she wanted to talk to him. And I was stuck in the middle…

But without money or power, and trapped within Brandon’s territory, escape was impossible, let alone taking my mother with me. Suddenly, the hospital room door creaked open. A chill slithered down my spine as I recognized the man standing there—unfamiliar, yet somehow known. “Fabian Mortensen?” “You know me,” he said simply. The man’s calm and composed demeanor filled the room as he slowly walked to my bedside. He looked down at me, then smiled faintly. “Makes sense. After all the time you spent with Brandon, you’d know who his rival is.” “What are you doing here?” I forced myself upright as I eyed him with caution. His methods were no more merciful than Brandon’s.

“Does he own this place? I have every right to be here.” Alaric raised an eyebrow. “No need for the attitude. I was just concerned about you, you know. We’ve known each other long enough.” They’d known each other a long time, yes, but they’d never been friends. From grade school through high school and even into the business world, they were often compared. Their families worked in similar industries, and they were close in age. Their rivalry started when they first met at six years old, in one summer incident where Lena accidentally hit Alaric with a ball. He thought she was rude; she thought he was soft. They’d been at odds ever since.

“It means I have a task for you. A test, if you will. Pass it, and I’ll consider telling you what you want to know.” I clenched my fists under the table, my frustration mounting. “What kind of test?” Viper’s gaze didn’t waver as he spoke, his voice cold and deliberate. “I need you to follow someone, collect something for the company, from someone, a dangerous rival of the davidson company. Can you do that.” I frowned, confusion and suspicion warring within me. “Follow someone?A rival?.” He nodded “I don't want to do anything illegal, and I just want to know about my father's legacy, not come in between, a war between political factions, i dont know about.” I stated clearly.