Novel & Cerita Unscramble Rivalry

She opened its glass doors and reached out for her favourite mafia novel, Their Rivalry. She knew the exact chapter and page off head. Chapter eighteen, page eighty-six. She took out the paper, placed the book back, and then returned to her seat. Eli reached for it and briefly scanned it. Childish was an understatement, but he tried hard to keep from laughing for her sake. A silly thought popped in his head as he committed the code to memory. What if the manufacturer purposely used a similar code knowing they’d never think of using that to decipher the numbers? He was very sure that even their parents went right ahead to use the most complex of codes.

Few people clapped but few were looking at him with shocking faces as they didn’t understand what Ace was upto. Ace lifted up his trophy showing to everyone and spoke “For this, we faced many things. Our team and North Hill team became the rivals even in personal matters. Of course, it all happened because of a guy like me and I really request both the colleges to stop making this rivalry personal. It’s just a competition.” “Ace, what are you doing?” Freddie tried stopping him but Ace dismissed him. Ace continued “I learnt many things with this game. Because of this, many people entered into my life, who became the part of my life now.” He turned his head to Edwin smiling.

Linda snapped back. "I'm anxious, that's all." "I understand, that is why I am still here. Ok, as I was saying, you are your father's son, right?" "Obviously." Brant rolled his eyes mentally. "So technically, if she believes that your father is responsible for her pain, hence her rival, it automatically makes you her rival too. Now the question is, why would she tell you her intentions if she really hated you?" Brant shrugged, "I don't know, perhaps to torture me emotionally, I'll see the end coming but can't change it…?"

If Abraham was not his blood, he would have killed him. ****** Abraham couldn't believe the girl he fucked a month ago came out alive from the grave to extort his father showing her pregnancy test and video footage. He wondered how Ronaldo could be wrong. Among the four of his friends, Ronaldo was alcohol intolerant. Even two shots of booze would cause him drowsiness, so he always stayed away from the intoxicants.

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 would never send my only nephew to harm's way. I'm getting old and I need to retire. This is your chance to prove that you're ready to take over the family business. Once Vincent Rocco is out of the way, everything would be handed to you, but first, you have to fulfil your parent's dying wish by avenging them.” I nodded my head in response, swearing inwardly that I would make him and my late parents proud. I was just seven when they passed away, having no idea how it happened, until my late teenhood when Roberto told me it was caused by the Rocco empire. One thing piqued my interest, Roberto had always referred to his rival as Cent Rocco, but when making his last statement, he called him

Brandon, on the other hand, looked infuriatingly composed as he buttoned his shirt in my dorm room, his movements precise, controlled, like he was preparing for a presentation rather than whatever psychological warfare we had been dragged into. “You are overthinking the phrasing,” he said calmly without even looking at me. “I am not overthinking it,” I shot back, pacing near the desk. “They literally said ‘real stakes’ like we have been playing a practice round this whole time.” He adjusted his sleeves and finally turned to face me. “Then let us assume escalation. That means increased pressure, higher emotional triggers, possibly external interference.” I stopped pacing. “External how?” “Aca

I knew he wasn't just here to say congratulations, because if he was that's something actually new. “You ran well today,” Ryan added, casually like it didn’t cost him anything to say it taking a sip from his glass. “Yeah, I know,” I said, because I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of his feigned sincerity. Kyle whistled low. “And the rivalry continues.” That got a laugh from the team members, but Ryan didn’t even glance at them. He bit on his lips, his attention still locked on me, like the rest of the people here didn't matter.