Dear Nemesis Novels & Stories

I have never stopped loving it. I am halfway through closing when Tomás speaks from across the table, his voice carrying the particular careful neutrality that means he is about to say something I may not like. "There's a trauma incoming," he says. "Not our case." I don't look up. "Trauma team has it." "They're requesting you specifically." My hands don't stop. "Tell them I'm in theatre." "They know. They said — and I'm quoting Dr. Osei directly — tell her it's a Code Crimson and she's the only one.”

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

I continued, “I've never gotten that look of admiration, not that kind of affection from Nicholas. It's all I've ever wanted.” Tears welled up in my eyes. She squeezed my hand, “I'm sorry you're hurting on a day like this.” I wiped the tears before they fell, and took another sip from my glass. “Yeah. But now I'm done,” I said, feeling decisive, “I'm done crying over a man who treats me like I'm less of a woman.” I gulped down the rest of my drink. “You know what?” I said, lifting my chin, “I don't care what he does anymore.”

It cracked, and his body became still without much struggle. I went closer to him and shook his hand. Then I realized he was dead. “He’s dead!” I screamed, and the commander took a close look at him and shouted, “Natalya,” which means **THE NEMESIS**. I mean, my name sounded cool… and yeah, you wouldn’t want to face the Nemesis, would you?

Rose Watson spent years surviving two things: poverty… and David Robinson. Soccer prodigy. Male model. Arrogant jerk. He made fun of her weight and her poverty. She made sure he regretted opening his mouth. They fight. They insult each other. They can't stand being in the same room. Until one engagement changes everything. Forced to work side by side, Rose discovers that her worst enemy is hiding secrets she never expected—and David realizes the "fat girl" he mocked all his life is the only woman he can't walk away from. But when hatred turns into desire, and old wounds refuse to heal. Who will surrender first? Her biggest bully. His greatest nemesis. One lov

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

He crouched in front of me so we were eye level. “Because I am human,” he hissed. “Well, you must have been so used to being evil to the extent… when you see someone who is nice, it shocks you dry. I hope you learn. You can’t always get away with every evil. Nemesis always comes to kiss one’s cheek when they do bad.” “Don’t say that,” I snapped already boiling. “You hate the truth, but I’m not gonna lie. If you don’t stop bullying, you will meet more nemesis. What goes around comes around.” He took the glass from me and set it aside.

I had seen enough to last me the journey to wherever I was going. "Keep up with me!" Adam shouted. "You go nowhere unless I say so. So stay awake until I am done. You were the one that wanted to know the reason why you are here, right? Well, you are dying because you crossed your limits! Daring to make me apologize to you? You deserve to die. I would have loved to add your friend, Naomi, to the list, but she is not an easy prey. Her father is a council member, after all. Well, at least you can see the difference between the both of you. She is somebody, while you are a nobody."

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.