You Are My Rival Novels & Stories

"Huh?? Me?? Pity you??? (Gaddamn, why is she asking me this?! Ain't no way am I telling her i did it cuz' I love her! That would be so damn CORNY! I'm playing dumb. I'm not ready for this!!!) He concluded his thought by deciding to wing it. But the sheer determination in Evelyn's humourless eyes wouldn't take the bait. She was serious – this time it was personal, and he noticed it. "You might not see me the way I see you, but in my eyes you're my rival! Do you know how humiliating I feel when my only rival looks down on me?!" "I don't look down on you!" "Yes, you do! I've trained so hard and I will not allow anyone to pity me, especially you! So fight me!!!"

My jaw tightened. I had seen his face before, countless times over the years. On screens. In newspapers. On banners and sponsorship deals. Every time his name came up beside mine, it was always the same narrative, rivalry. Competition. Two rising heirs destined to clash. But that was never what he was to me. Riko wasn’t just a rival that stole some of my brand deals. He wasn’t just competition that I needed to face on the field. He was my enemy. And one day, I was going to kill him myself.

“Don’t disappoint me, Rowan.” “I won’t,” I said over my shoulder. “But you might disappoint yourself.” As I walked toward the hostel, one thing became clear. The rivalry had begun and neither of us intended to lose.

“I’ve got enough kills to last me a lifetime. I came because watching you fight is... entertaining.” I narrowed my eyes. “Entertaining?” He shrugged. “Terrifying. But still fun to watch.” “You are the most arrogant…” He held up a finger. “I’m not done.” I folded my arms, waiting. “I can’t lose you.” His voice lowered just slightly, more serious now. “You are too good of a rival.” That surprised a laugh out of me. “So that’s what I am now? A rival?” He nodded. “One that keeps me sharp.”

he paused and his eyes narrowed, "Luke Calvin is my rival." My eyes widened and my face became comical, Luke and Lemon were competing against each other which was the last thing I ever expected, two extremely hot guys playing against each other--you don't see this every day. I didn't like football but I was longing to watch Friday's match against Justin's team and Luke's team.

"You're stealing it. The Founder’s Ring." Maxwell took a step toward me. He didn't look like the perfect student anymore. He looked like a predator. "Stealing is such a harsh word. Let’s call it... reclaiming." "I'm calling the Headmaster," I said, backing away. "They’ll take your title. They’ll kick you out. You think you’re untouchable because of your name? Not tonight." I turned to run, but Maxwell was faster. He lunged forward, his hand slamming against the door to block my exit. He was so close I could smell his expensive cologne, sandalwood and something dark.

No way! Like the heavens heard my prayers. Zara walked into my office. Zara. My head screamed her name continuously till she was at my desk. She sets down two folders on the desk along with files pinned together. My eyes followed her hands as she arranged them separately. Ask her! She checked every box you need in a date partner! My subconscious mind yelled I shifted on my seat. I can't. She is my rival's daughter, dude. I snapped out of my head bantering. “Sit” I offered, gesturing to the seat closest to her.

Adrian, Lucas, Theo, and the twins were all navigating school projects, auditions, and social dynamics simultaneously. Harper entered the kitchen, sipping coffee, and immediately noticed the tension. “Eliana, you look ready to wage war,” she said softly. Eliana groaned, slamming her phone down. “Madeline is spreading rumors about my debate strategy. Everyone is watching. I don’t know if I can handle this,” she admitted. Emery placed a reassuring hand on Harper’s shoulder, then knelt beside Eliana. “Rivalry is part of growth,” she said gently. “It teaches you focus, resilience, and poise. Remember, how you respond defines you more than their words ever could.”

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.

I have always found a way to be prepared for the unexpected. They say expect disappointment and you can never be let down, but right now I was completely thrown off balance. The attendant had given me such a feeling of happiness that I forgot that my marriage brought together the two biggest business rivals in the world. Every single one of them was glaring at me, including my own husband.