Unscramble Rivalry Novels & Stories

she giggled and stood up before going out of the room. Skye was left dumbfounded. He had just got to speak and introduce himself to his long-time crush. At this point, his feet were as if numb that he couldn't stand up anymore from the ground. He then placed his books beside him first before he managed to be on his feet. "Wait. Why is she going to meet me again?" he asked, floating on her words. Coldness ran on his skin out of unbelief that a low-class nerd man like him would see her again.

His face was all emotionless as he stared at me with nothing but disgusting, loathing, and hatred. My heart squeezed. I opened my mouth, desperate to say something, anything, but before I could, the voice of the MC boomed through the hall. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the special event that will shake the whole city of manchester…” The crowd erupted in mad cheers, while others murmured in confusion. “I guess it's time for the proposed competition, see you there, My Rival” Andrian said before going away with the woman beside him. Her distant laughter rang like the horn of hell to my ears.

“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.

Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap. Filled with rage, Ashriel had planned to kill Kraven and avenge his brother. But Kraven died from a terminal disease before that time could come. His father had apparently died of the terminal disease too, making Therion the next in line. But ashriel was still angry, still is, and he had not gotten his revenge. So, in favor of all who cared. A peace treaty was to be signed between the two packs to willingly hand over Therion to serve as his personal hostage, slave and prisoner

She asked, causing me to freeze up. Shit! I let my fear of losing someone again get to me that I showed too much … She stood still, looking at me calmly, like there had to be some sensible explanation to that. “Didnt you tell me all about how he was alpha Zane’s rival a long time ago?” I didn’t think about it, not even remembering if there was a time like that. Just anything to cover up my tracks. She thought about it, scratching her head. “Ohh I guess I did then.” She waved it off.

And at the very end of the list, written in fresh, red ink, were two names side by side. Maxwell & Loveth. Underneath the names was a single word that made my blood run cold: SACRIFICE. The tunnel suddenly shook with a loud explosion from behind us. The way back was gone.

"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.

she whispered. 🌌 Final Emotional Anchor — The Meaning of Rival Hearts As twilight settled across the valley, Harper intertwined her fingers with Emery’s, resting her head against her shoulder the same way she had on their honeymoon years ago. “Do you ever regret how messy our beginning was?” Harper asked softly. Emery shook her head. “No,” she said firmly. “Because rivalry taught us strength. Conflict taught us honesty. And love taught us everything else.” Harper smiled, eyes reflecting lantern lights below.