You Are My Rival Novels & Stories

I said with a soft giggle as I bounced onto the bed, then I grabbed my pillow and hugged it like a lonely idiot. But my joy didn’t even have time to settle before the door was suddenly forced open. Layla stormed in. Her eyes burned like she’d walked straight out of hell, fury written all over her face. She didn’t even knock. How dare she! “Are you my rival?” she snapped, her voice loud as her gaze pierced into my soul. Ok, who the hell does she think she is? “If I were you, I’d forfeit the position now”. She folded her arms, like she was ready to throw some insult my way. “On a normal day, I wouldn’t even stoop so low to fight for a spot with someone like you.”

That was all the permission I needed. I crashed my mouth down on hers, hard and demanding, backing her against the suite door. The hallway was quiet, the chaos from the main deck a distant hum. She tasted like whiskey and salt from her tears, and beneath that, something sweet and addictive. My hand gripped her waist, sliding down to her hip as I pressed my body into hers. What the hell are you doing, Aaron? I thought to myself. I had come to this yacht tonight for one reason only—to watch my rivals make a spectacle of themselves. Laurent Holdings was getting too bold, and the Stones family was the perfect weak link I planned to exploit.

"I'm not going to ask what it means. I'm telling you I noticed, because I think you should know that I notice things, and I think you should know I'm not going to use what I notice against you." I look at him. Genuinely look — the careful, controlled inner disciple who challenges me weekly not for status but because he wants an honest fight, who's spent two years quietly reading research about bloodlines older than the empire because he found it interesting before he ever met me. "You're a strange person to make a friend out of," I say. "I'm not your friend," he says immediately. "I'm your rival. There's a difference." "Is there?" "Rivals push each other to be better. Friends just agree with

We hadn't yet gotten to the stage of inviting each other to sleepovers and braiding each others hairs, but now that they had realised that they stood a chance of getting to the Championships with me on board, they had shifted from being assholes to a quiet regard. I felt Travis before I saw him, and I immediately switched to game mode, planting my feet apart and scanning the ice for openings. We were already at 11-3, but one more wouldn't hurt. I had always preferred even numbers anyway. Travis slapped the puck in my direction. From the corner of my eye, I spotted a member of the rival team lunging forward. He was the size of a truck and a hit from him would lay me flat out. There was no cha

They kept using me, switching positions, trading places, competing with every thrust and filthy word to see who could make me break harder. By the time they finally let me collapse, I was a trembling, cum-covered mess — ruined, claimed, and completely addicted. Rylan kissed my forehead, almost tender. “Round two starts in ten minutes, little new girl. Better catch your breath.” Rhys smirked from the other side of the bed. “Or don’t. I like you desperate.” The rivalry had only just begun. And I was already terrified of how much I wanted both of them to win.

The crowd was already screaming his name, and he wasn't even trying yet. Dark hair, sharp jaw that makes me tickle and that cocky grin that makes him look even more beautiful. Worse, he was mine. Well…kind of…..a secret thing. Yeah, don't look at me like that. Rivals shouldn't be seen flocking around with each other and that was why we both agreed to keep things low because it was for the better. Tessa bumped my shoulder. “You're smiling again. I hate you.” “Jealousy is ugly on you.”

He pushed Edwin’s hands away, shouting “What did you say? A mistake? It’s not a bloody mistake, Ed. He saw us. Ace... he, he is your rival, right? Oh god!” “Li, he won’t reveal it to anyone.” “Really? So, you trust your rival? You are the biggest fool I’ve ever met.” Though his words hurt Edwin, he didn’t take them to heart. He already expected that reaction from Liam. “Li, calm down.” Edwin tried to calm him but he wasn’t listening. He kept shouting. “Li, please. Don’t exaggerate.” “Exaggerating? Ed, how can you be so calm?” He shouted again.

Colton's face was getting redder due to how upset he was getting. “If you keep comparing yourself to me then you will never become better than me. It isn’t smart to keep comparing yourself to people. It will get in your way of getting better. I don’t care about how you feel about me. You are honestly someone I don’t see as a rival. All I care about is becoming someone way more gifted than my dear older brother. But if you want to continue this pointless game then I will make sure to crush you under my foot countless times until you are satisfied.” I was getting closer and closer to Colton whose fierce expression was slowly disappearing because of my words.

“Come on Ethan I'm now in her bad books, I'm still trying to figure out a way to gain back her trust and this is happening, I can't date her just because of a dare, that's fucking disrespectful, she's not just any random girl to me, she's my Taylor you know that” “Sure man, we know that, we know how you've always looked out for her, we know how you have always protected her and we know how you have secretly cared and loved her, but those friends of yours back there are more like a rival, they said this to trigger you and now we have to do it or do you prefer Desmond with her?” “That's never going to happen else he'll find himself in the hospital the next day” “Come on bro, this is brother's

He gazes at me in the slight lights. "Is that so?" He whispered. "But my hate for you will never be less." I mumbled. "Bambolina, you'll drive me crazy some day." "Why though?" I threw a glance at him. "Rivals hate. Good, you should hate me..." he remains quiet. "Where did rivals came in this conversation? Did you mean, I am your rival?" I raised my voice. "Forget it." Rival? My father. Trinidad... is he trying to give me a hint or something?