Target Rival Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

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."

I handed her phone back to her. "Them," I muttered. "You mean Raging Beast and Deadly Snake!" she exclaimed. I frowned. "Why do you all call them by those names?" I asked. "Because it suits their personalities perfectly. Nobody dares to call them by their real names in this school unless they're tired of living. Raging Beast, as the name implies, is cold and always angry. Some students say he has anger issues. He's the son of the Alpha of the neighboring pack. He's ruthless, and even the principal is wary of him. Deadly Snake, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He rarely speaks unless it's absolutely necessary. He could witness someone dying right in front of him and still maintain

The campus felt electric, almost tense, as Harper and Emery walked toward the student center. It wasn’t just the crisp autumn air or the distant chatter of students. Harper could sense it: the undercurrent of anticipation, curiosity, and judgment that followed them everywhere. Talia had spent the last week regrouping after her failed attempts, but Harper knew her rival wasn’t finished. There was always one final push, one last attempt to destabilize their lives—and Harper had to be ready.

I crossed my arms, waiting for him to spill it. “Just say it, Stellan,” I muttered. “It’s a proposal.” “Proposal? What’s going on?” Arda asked. “Someone’s proposing to their fiancée in one of the halls,” he explained. “Wow,” we all gasped. “That’s actually sweet. Let’s go join the excitement!” Burj al, wasn’t just a restaurant, it had a hotel section too, so hearing there was a hall nearby didn’t surprise me. My roommates wore excited expressions as we followed the path and turned a corner where a waitress directed us.

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."

"There is no error in the system." "That is impossible," Dante argued, pressing his hands against the counter. "My family specifically paid for private boarding. I am not sharing a suite with him." "The Blackridge administration finalized the assignments three months ago," the man replied, adjusting his glasses. "The Vanguard Initiative requires top-tier candidates to undergo rigorous stress-testing. The board intentionally paired legacy rivals together in shared suites to evaluate conflict resolution and psychological endurance." A freezing silence washed over the lobby desk. "Intentionally paired?" I repeated in a strained voice as the reality of the situation finally sank in.

Theodore "CALLAHAN! CALLAHAN! CALLAHAN!" Three years of hearing my name chanted in this arena and it still hit different every time. Almost there. Two minutes on the clock, tied game, and I could feel the win in my chest building up. This was mine. It had always been mine and all I had to do was take it. “Move!” He zoomed past me. Prick. I was hot on his heels. That was the thing about Elijah Voss though. He never looked like he was trying.

I asked. She nodded once. “His name is Kade,” she said. “He was one of the top candidates in Genesis.” Wilson made a choking sound. “Oh great,” he said. “So now we have a top candidate chasing us. That sounds very safe.” Brandon stepped slightly in front of me. “And what does that make Cameron?” he asked. Liana hesitated. Then she said it anyway. “Their best result.” Silence. Complete. Heavy. I could feel Brandon go still beside me.

She didn’t even give a damn about the fact that my men were behind me. If anything, I know she’d go for my head given the chance. It was amusing. And also annoying as hell. Amara had been my rival for as long as I could remember. It dated as far back as when we were kids. It wasn’t just an individual rivalry though. This was a family rivalry. The Vitales and the DeLaurentis’ had been at each other’s necks for decades. Our rivalry was something born as a result of it. Even now that I’d taken then position of Don, it didn’t mean things would end just yet. I hated her and she hated me just at much. I hated her father Viktor and the rest of her brothers. Nothing could dissolve or change that. Th

Candi stated with repulse adjusting herself on Tyler’s laps. “Ty already got some with the tomboy, trouble in paradise already?” Shane said wiggling his eyebrow “i bet she couldn't get enough and she just have to crawl begging back,” one of the boys commented, the whole table erupted into laughter and what was left of the courage I built up shattered immediately. Clover, one of the players-who is also a jerk-sitting at the edge of the table, then stretched his legs forward when a boy was passing with his lunch tray and the content landed on my body as the boy tripped.