Target Rival Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"I am Seraphina Snow-Claw, the new Lead Beta of the Ironfang Pack." Tens of thousands of viewers flooded the stream instantly. The live chat exploded, scrolling past like a waterfall: "That traitor dares to show her face?" "Let's see how she explains seducing Damien!" "Shameless Beta!" I ignored the vicious comments and began my presentation. "The Red Moon Pack is about to launch a surprise attack," I said, pointing to the massive tactical map behind me. "The time: three days from now. The target: the Ironfang mines."

"Buy yourself a new dress and look pretty. Just do this for me or I'll be in jail, and you'd be on the streets. It's your choice." I turned around and walked out of his study. I walked through the hallway of the penthouse that we were about to lose. I went into my room and locked the door. I sat on the edge of my bed. My hands were shaking now. Silas Thorne. The rival. The man who hated the Vane family almost as much as he hated to lose. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a trophy. He wanted to humiliate my father by owning his daughter.

Hugo put down the fruit knife, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and tapped on the screen a few times before handing it over. "Here's the report 007 provided as a post-mission service. It spells out the ending of that world. It's a legit source. No fake news here." I took the phone from him. On the screen were a few paragraphs of factual text, like a summary of a person's profile. "Target: Jenny Green" "Final Ending: Mentally unstable and living in destitution."

I poured oil into the fire by reminding them, "Don't forget to replace our phones. You smashed both of them." Just then, Owen spoke, his eyes red. "I refuse to accept this. One exam proves nothing! If you have the nerve, compete against us in the national academic competition!" He screamed at us, "Anita, Connor, do you have the courage to bet against me? Put the guaranteed admission spots on the line!" Connor scoffed. "Bet against you? The spots already belong to us. Why would we wager them?" I laughed too. "Exactly. Why should we risk something that's already ours just to entertain you?"

His strong hands grabbed my shoulders before I could hit him though and he gave me an annoyed look, “Okay, let’s go.” I sighed in relief when we made it out the doors without being confronted by any other pack member. I did not want to have to deal with the humiliation from the night before again. Sergio brought me to a clearing where there were numerous targets and dummies. Along the edge of the clearing were small dueling rings. Some were larger than others, and I guessed that the pack used the rings in both their wolf and human forms. “So what’s first?” I asked while looking around the vast training area. The Dandelion Primes’ facility was not half as nice as this.

She probably was not a good tech wizard like Dom, but she sure had a few hacking skills up her sleeves…well, she'd picked up a little from her private computer classes and from loitering constantly behind Dom. She still had to go back to the company and pretend to be her rival's secretary, not that she could not challenge him immediately and sit on his chair in probably a month's time, No! That was not her aim, she needed somebody on her side, she needed somebody close to the White's…she needed a White. Brant was the perfect target. He had a heart of gold and the first thing he'd try to do was proof that his father is innocent, in the cause of that, he'll gather enough evidence against his o

a woman lectured her. "I'm near the restaurant, Mom. Just order the food, so we can have dinner as soon as I arrive," Cassie answered and ended the call. The words her mother just said resounded in her mind, and she thought she was right. Yet, Cassie had no choice. Leighton's Magazine was the only business they had to survive. One wrong move and their company would die, especially now that her competitors were surpassing their sales and contents.

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

She was asking what was happening, but I didn’t have the energy to answer. I couldn’t tell her that I was responsible for this. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our grand competitors who have agreed to battle it out in a music fight. one the renowned music prodigy, the mystery wonder kid of manchester that everybody has been dying to know his identity… “Andrian Rufus!!!” At the mention of this, the crowd erupted in chaos. They could not believe what they were seeing. I remembered the shock I had when I knew about this. After some time, when the crowd had calmed down, the m.c continued.