Novel & Cerita Sonic Rivals Sonic

“I was just curious.” I knew my brother, he would never sound convinced. “Rowan…” “I’m fine,” I insisted. “Are you getting into trouble?” “Not intentionally.” He sighed quietly. “Try not to create unnecessary rivalries.” I looked out across the grounds, thinking of Theo’s eyes on me. “Rivalry found me,” I said calmly. “Without my intention.” Henry went silent for a second. “Then be careful,” he finally said. “Not everyone sees competition as harmless.”

"Schedule an interview for me, I need to clear up this mess immediately!” Fine,If Ellis Valmont wants a war…I grab my keys. He is about to find out exactly who he just picked a fight with.

The most prominent was a crystal trophy—"Blackwood Pack's Strategist of the Year." I had won that for him. Killian reached for my shoulder, probably about to try one of his "calming" tricks. "Sera, I know this is hard to accept, but for the future of the pack—" My hand shot out and grabbed the crystal trophy. CRACK. Sharp fragments dug deep into my palm, and blood welled up instantly. Killian froze. I held up my bleeding hand. The crimson drops blossomed against the crystal, stark and visceral, like morbid roses blooming on glass.

More importantly, how is your robotic Boss who looks exactly like the mystery god who took your V-card and just banged you last night? A faint smile touched my lips despite the stress, as I typed back. Me: Same as usual. The dictator is currently in a meeting. Honestly, I'm actually comfortable working beside him now because I have 100% proof that he doesn't know me. The confusion is gone. The three dots popped up immediately. Skylar: Yeah, yeah... I get that. But girl, don't you think that's incredibly weird? If they share the exact same face, what if they are related? Are you sure you aren't working for a secret twin?

It was never easy to unite with a rival pack, especially when so much bad blood lay between us. An elderly warrior, his golden hair streaked with mud from a recent training session, raised his hand. "But Alpha, can we trust the other pack? They've been our enemies for generations. How can we be sure they won't betray us?" The Alpha nodded, acknowledging the concern. "I understand your fears, but we must look beyond the past if we are to secure our future. We have received assurances from their Alpha, and we have agreed upon a way to solidify our alliance."

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.

"It still wasn't difficult at all." He kept his hands in his pockets and gazed at the sunset, his tone lazy. "No matter how much we compete, it always comes back to the two of us." We looked at each other and smiled. That was right. In the end, we were each other's only rival. That felt pretty satisfying, too.

Whispers spread across the hall, some marveling at his brilliance, others speculating about his unmatched streak. "That's Adam Kavanaugh for you," someone murmured from one of the tables. "It’s no surprise," another replied. "He's dominated the field for years. Three consecutive awards,he's practically unstoppable." The comparisons began almost immediately. The ongoing rivalry between Adam and Mateo Montero wasn’t new. For years, the two had clashed on the business front, their companies vying for the same deals and recognition. While Mateo was respected for his resilience and innovation, Adam always managed to outmaneuver him. Whether it was his sharp instincts, impeccable strategy, or shee

he said, his voice sharp enough that only I really caught the bite behind the toast. The others laughed and echoed him “To rivals!” and threw the shots back. But I just stared at him over the rim of my glass before downing it. Rivals. Yeah. That was one way to put it.

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.