Dear Nemesis Novels & Stories

But it settled into me like something that expected to be obeyed. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I sat. "You're sleeping with the enemy, Imani." He looked ahead. "I don't know who the hell you think you are." "That's the problem." He turned his head towards me. "You don't know who anyone is... you're not safe, Imani. Neither is Yara." My heart was loud in my own ears. "Are you threatening me?" Something moved in his expression. Brief. Almost pitying.

“I’m ordering. And if you fail me, you know what I’ll do.” He does. He’s seen me end men for less. The line clicks. He’s gone. Good. He’ll work. I call the shot. I pace. My lungs burn. Strategy floods in like fire. Weaponaru’s reach isn’t just contracts and polished meetings. No. We built weapons, sold futures, rewrote wars. Every war left fingerprints in my servers, contacts in my network. I log in. My private server, deep under layers no one else can see. My code name: Nemesis.

Molten heat pools in those green orbs. And it only gets worse as our gazes meet. I swallow, catching my lower lip between my teeth. Damon's eyes follow the movement. I try my best not to fidget. He speaks. Green gaze locked with my blue ones. “I claim you, Michaela Caldara, as mine,” he says. The words are low. Controlled. Unyielding. “Before The Moon goddess. Before blood. Before death.” The circle hums. It’s faint. Barely there.

AMARA ​"Good," Antonio murmured, his thumb brushing over the skin of my lower back, a light, almost imperceptible pressure that felt entirely like a brand. "Because the night is just getting started." ​He steered me back into the glittering throng of executives, but my mind remained tethered to the shadows where Marcus Vance stood. Every laugh around me sounded like a mockery; every clinking glass sounded like ice cracking over a frozen lake. I was moving through a beautifully staged nightmare, trapped between a murderous fiancé, a backstabbing sister, and a cryptic cousin who looked at me like he already knew which graveyard I belonged in.

"What I did to you in school all year — you thought that was bad?" "It was bad." "No." His voice dropped. "No, that was child's play compared to what you just put me through in twenty-four hours." A beat. "You're an evil genius." "You created me," I said. "You told me to bring it on." "I did." He nodded slowly. "I did say that." He dropped his hand from the wall and took a small step back. "Which is why I'm not here to fight." I waited. "I will never — and I mean never — accept you as my nanny," he said. "That is not changing. But I want to make a deal."

Chapter 38 If Jake was right, who would want to do something this cruel and go as far as taking my life? The answer to that question was far from coming. The only enemy I had was Jason, but taking my life was too brutal. Jason was evil, no doubt, but he wouldn’t go that far… would he?

"Did you break your hand? Can you still type out a proposal? There's a bid in three days!" I suddenly felt nauseous and threw up in the car. There was a grunt. Gary kicked me on the shoulder in case I touched his new shoes. … I was in a luxurious single room when I woke up. "Darling, you're finally awake. We were so worried about you." Howard and his wife were by my bed. They were so worried about me that their hair had turned gray. Howard said with a pained look, "It's my fault. I gathered all the money a few minutes late and asked Gary to send it to Charles. Unexpectedly, he didn't keep his word and said he didn't want the money but wanted to kill you instead!"

And it is here, that staring into her eyes makes Alpha Roman realize that she is the woman the moon goddess intended for him. Is this a joke? The alpha’s father sat right beside him. He fights his conscious not to march into that field and claim her. She is a downgrade to the werewolf name. An insult to the name of an alpha as mighty as himself. He has worked hard for seventeen decades. Roman learned the secrets of men and those of beasts. He understood battle strategies and watched kingdoms rise and fall. Yet those few years are nothing compared to the knowledge Alpha Roman’s father continues to pass down to him.

Damon’s POV: My nemesis. That was the label I had pinned on her the moment I realized I couldn't ignore her existence. She wasn't an enemy in the traditional sense—she didn't carry a gun or plot my downfall in the dark—but she was the one opponent I could never seem to beat. She was the glitch in my life, the persistent static in my frequency. My downfall. My undoing. It all started on December 31, 2012. That was the first time I actually stood in the same room as her. I was eleven years old and she was nine. It was a New Year’s Eve dinner.

It is after all a revenge game and as much as he hates to admit it, the reality still remains that the poor Janice is merely a pawn in the revenge game of chess. It is a dangerous world we live in. And people are willing to stake anything, no matter how precious it might be, on the line to achieve their aims. Only that this time, he came with a free mind with only one clear-cut goal in mind: to destroy the jordans and exert vengeance! Mr Thomas Jordan must go down!!!! "Drake?!" Janice called out, this time. it was her turn to wave her hand over his face frantically. " you seem lost for a bit."