Unscramble Rivalry Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But on a serious note, Luna, you shouldn't fall for him. He is a rival to your husband, so…” “A rival? What do you mean?” I asked. “What I mean is… Riven and Sky are like fire and water. They really can't stand each other,” he said, squinting his face. “And I think it's because your husband is jealous.” I scoffed. “Jealous? Jealous how?”

"Maybe you just haven't given me much to laugh about." "Fair point." We kept talking about nothing important from books to movies to even high school experiences. That one time in high school when I broke my arm falling off a roof trying to get a frisbee. The time he got food poisoning before a championship game and played anyway. Forty-five minutes passed before I even noticed and when I looked at the clock it was hard to believe we were rivals who hated each other's guts with the way we were talking like friends who actually liked each other.

The announcer’s voice bounced off the high ceiling: “The Falcons versus the Rivens — two teams on the road to finals. Today we find out who’s who.” We filed in. I pulled my helmet down and adjusted the strap and looked across at the Rivens as we lined up to greet them. They looked angry. Not the focused, competitive kind. The other kind — the kind that comes in already carrying something and intends to put it somewhere. I filed it and moved on. The whistle blew. Kai appeared at my shoulder the moment play began, close enough that I could hear him above the noise.

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?"

Just thinking about it made me look forward to what was coming. After handing all the evidence over to Cleo, I stopped involving myself further. Business warfare was her specialty. Soon enough, rumors about Green Inc.’s situation began appearing across tabloids and financial news reports. At the same time, Cleo started aggressively targeting Green Inc.’s business operations from every angle. Even though Green Inc. dominated the industry, Juniper spent most of her time indulging herself with Sean instead of managing the company. In less than half a year, Cleo’s company had completely overtaken Green Inc.

The rivalry was far from over, and it was pulling all of us deeper into uncharted territory. To be continued…

I swear I saw a tooth fly across the rink earlier. The harder the teams fight, the louder the fans scream. I can’t explain the energy, but it doesn’t feel like just a sports game anymore. The rivalry feels toxic, like the players’ anger is seeping into the fans and everyone is just one wrong play away from being rabid animals. It’s been really intense. Both teams are constantly putting all their energy into pulling ahead in hopes of winning the game. I’m trying to keep up with the plays and the lingo while watching every move Roman makes.

“Rival... Rival... Rival...” Oh my God, that feels so good.