I Swapped Bodies With My Nemesis Mga Nobela at Kwento

Engine running. Waiting. END SCENE

It was only natural that we knew ourselves too well. Now, there was no more circling or testing, only action remained. Nemir moved first. That bastard has always been impatient, always predictable and very slow. Years of him training on my land, he learnt absolutely nothing than to be a stupid lapdog. He lunged towards me, attempting to use my bleeding shoulder as stepping stone. I was done playing. I didn’t hold back at all. My fist connected with his throat before he could swing, cutting off his breath as I drove him backward into the concrete.

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.

Peter dropped his hands. “You found out more quickly than I expected. That my dear is smart.” Avery looked at him from head to toe, she put her hands on the trigger. “I don't mind blowing off your head. Who are you?” She asked him, her head spinning from what's going on. He only smiled and moved. “I promise you, I will shoot you if you don't stand still and start talking” she said to him already pulling the trigger. “My Name is Arthur Crimson. The leader of the Crimson Red. Nice to meet you.” He said stretching his hands out for a handshake.

Then he apologised to Joanna and promised that he would never do that to any girl again in his life… Though I hadn’t done anything like that again after that, I knew that I had to do exactly that to get the demon to answer. After I realised I was Nemesis, I had done research on Nemesis’s powers. I had read that Nemesis had the power to appear as someone’s worst nightmare; the person they hated the most and was scared of… And Nemesis could make them see their worst nightmares come true. I will have to do exactly that.

“Okay, because of what you’ve said, I would not even spare a glance at that location. But wait, if that place is; for the people who; had already died. Why are you stopping me from going in there? My body’s already dead, so technically, I should already be crossing over.” “It’s good that you’ve finally understood,” Aimie said while looking at the vast scene in front of them. “I know you’re curious why I’m stopping you when in reality- you’re already dead since your body is already buried deep on the ground. But the thing is that time- when we had an accident at the same time, our souls had accidentally swapped during those life-threatening seconds. Although, it’s your body- that had died dur

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

James grasped his neck and clamped down firmly. Crack! Yechiel’s neck snapped and he died instantly. James casually threw his corpse aside like rubbish. Henry and the others watched the scene in horror. Yechiel was a powerful force from the Overworld but was powerless against James. Was this person really James? James stretched his body and murmured, “This new body is incredible. I wonder if I can beat Xain as I am right now.” Not far away, Henry called out anxiously, “J-James?”

~KILLIAN THANE~ The metallic taste of blood still coated my tongue when I shifted back. My body ached from the transformation, the raw hunger of my wolf reluctantly quenched as skin replaced fur, but the rage never left me. My bare feet pressed into the damp soil as I walked the path that led to my residence. Two were dead, ripped apart by my fangs. But, I knew it should have been three.

That image he just created of my alternate future seared into my memory and it sent shivers of terror wracking down my spine. “You alright, kid?” I clenched my jaw, but nodded. “Yes sir.” “Good.” He said. For a brief second, he looked really uncomfortable. Then he sighed.. “Listen, Reeves. I raised a pack of fucking wolves, not pussy cats. You all just need to get your shit together.” I nodded again and soon after, I stood up, ready to head to the locker room when his voice stopped me at the door. “One more thing Reeves.” “Yes sir?” I turned back, hand still on the knob.