Novel & Cerita Dear Nemesis

“Which means I will enjoy it more.” He turned away from the screens, flicking his gaze to Nico then back again, as if something itched between his shoulders. “Who else wears heels into a service hall at two in the morning?” “Someone who doesn’t think rules apply,” Nico said. “Someone who confuses courage with costume. Someone who has a deep and strong reason to attempt this in the first place. An enemy.” Nero knew he had made a lot of enemies. It never shook him when he learned of a new one. He would simply kill them and be rid of them.

I caught the driver staring at me through the rearview mirror. "What?" He quickly looked back at the road. "Forgive me for saying this, sir, but I'm happy." My eyebrows knitted together. "Happy about what?" "It's rare seeing you like this." "Like what?" "You've been smiling ever since we left the café. I've honestly never seen that before." I frowned. "You certainly talk a lot. What is your name?" He hesitated. "...Are you planning on firing me after hearing it?" "Name." "My name is Nemesis."

David said with calmness that he did not feel. “But if what you’re saying is true and the Brethren have kidnapped Alice too then he would want to know.” David shook his head. “You don’t get it. It’s not the Brethren. It’s something else.” This angered Belinda no end. “Is it Orson Industries?” “You don’t know the people who have done this.” “Who did it?” “They’re called Nemesis…” “Nemesis?” Robert asked. “Yes and it’s a difficult situation for me because most of them used to be friends of mine.”

A life far away from scandals, power games and men like Marcus. My company in Valmont continued thriving. I kept taking contracts Marcus expected to win and every loss got under his skin. But stealing contracts from him wasn’t enough. It irritated him. It bruised his ego. I didn’t come back to irritate Marcus. I came back to become his nemesis. I was able to keep myself hidden using the name Veronica Thompson. The realization settled like something heavy in my chest. I had been moving carefully, trying to avoid noise, mistakes and doing everything possible to stay hidden.

But I didn’t consider my mind’s individuality at the moment, rather on Chyra’s hate. Diana was six years old, or perhaps seven. And she didn’t know the girl that was my closest ally? At least you should know the names of your enemies. I thought, sinking my fingers into my hair, ruffling them out of anger and mild frustration. “You know, Nina. I don’t know which family we should be afraid of the most. Chyra’s or Rachel’s?” Nina. The name of the third person. I listened keenly to get her own voice.

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.

Arya asked softly. I gazed at the sky. "That I finally killed him." "Veyros?" I shook my head. "No. The part of me that thought I'd never be more than a monster." Her hand tightened. "He was never the real you." I turned to look at her. "He was my nemesis." She smiled, her eyes shining. "And you destroyed him." "No," I said. "We did." ... Author's Note:

my anger boiling over. What was it that I saw in his eyes—pity? I couldn't bear the thought of losing anyone; my family meant everything to me. "You better not touch my family, or I swear I'll kill you," I warned him, ready to transform. But he countered, "You can't kill someone who is already dead, Drew. Can't you see? It's you speaking to yourself." I paused, processing his words. "You programmed me to remind you of what the witch foretold—that you wouldn't remember your past lives because your wife would grant you the gift of reincarnation. Now, I am here to fulfill that purpose, Drew, as I always have. Remember who we are and what transpired centuries ago," and with that, memories surged

DESCENT INTO DARKNESS When Maya came to, she found herself back in the virtual world, surrounded by the Omni program's code. She tried to struggle, but her body felt heavy and unresponsive. Victor's voice echoed in her mind. "You see, Maya," he said, "I've been preparing for this moment. And now, you're going to be the key to unlocking the Omni program's true potential." Maya's mind recoiled in horror as she realized the truth. Victor had planned this all along, using her as a pawn in his twisted game.

NEHENDA POV: "What did we ever do to you to warrant the cruelty you dished to us? You! inhumane caricature of a beast! A people that never ventured out of our boundary lines, your very existence! being a reality? Was even an overwhelming discovery. I wonder how we could have wronged you! so much so; you would think of bringing us to extinction mercilessly. We were a peaceful loving family, accepting of all and not discriminatory against any . We never took the essence of life out of anything, even though we could! for life is sacred to us. We preserved it, never destroyed it. We even nurture the weak fading out chi back to fullness. MY People, My loved ones, all those innocent children's liv