Jill X Nemesis Novels & Stories

“What?” Jill let out a dark chuckle, turning slightly as she prepared to leave. “You heard me, Fred Hart. I orchestrated your meeting. But when it was time for her to take your money and disappear… she fell for you instead. I hated her for it. But I’ve forgiven her now. And to pay me back… well, she’ll just have to start her life all over again.” “You’re bluffing,” Fred muttered. Jill smirked devilishly. “After all these years, you really think she wouldn’t try to make it up to me after killing her sister?” She paused, glancing over her shoulder. “I’ll be back. But don’t underestimate me. After all… she is my daughter.”

"I'll wait for you in Nether Heaven! Let's see who'll be the winner then!" She left after leaving the threat. Chase felt exasperated with her words. He had not even entered Nether Heaven, and already the Dark Inner Demon, the Nefarious Blast General, and the snake-like demoness were waiting for him. He already had three nemesis who wanted to kill him. That was frustrating. Willow and Lisa had given everything they had as well. They were elated to see the demoness escape in a mess. Both women were happy about no longer being a burden to Chase.

Yet, how could we, when we had never truly conquered the conflict? "When should we tell them?" Jill asked in a quivering voice. Since she hadn't accompanied Lissa and me to Ozera Manor yesterday, she was much more nervous than us. Her lip was pinched between her teeth, while her fingers clutched the sides of her cerulean, voluminous dress. She looked paler than usual, and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

Blake responded. “I guess only time will tell,” Jill replied, looking at the man before her. A lot had changed since she met this man before her. He was a pitiful person who was beaten by her partners and then released with no charges against the death of his former boss, Mr. Wilson. She was then promoted to take care of the affairs of his dealings with the Organization, and then he was shot at by mercenaries, who died at his hands. She fell for him hard and was astonished that she was still attracted to him even when he stood her up numerous times. Now, she is cultivating so she can stay by his side. “You are already in the Body Life Destruction realm. At what level?” Blake asked.

Nana quickly covered her mouth. " Sorry your highness, I got carried away. hehehe." " Is nothing. And beside, am named Zach by the way." " Huh?" " Nothing! You still seem hungry, am going to asked maid to bring more dish for you." Nana: * nodding head really hard.* System assistant: ( Host?! the villainess had never answered in such manner. She always had her head down and looked sad and gloomy as the weather; So what do you think you doing?! The world cousiounesss may detect you, and game end!"

“As werewolves, the moon goddess has created us with a beastly nature for our survival. Our wolf is a signature. The frequencies we leave behind once we are long gone and forgotten. Pieces of evidence that we walked the earth and toiled the ground. With this nature will have the right to be rampant. which is our pride. But you are becoming the exception. And the frequencies you create are weaker than those of a human. Do you have anything to say for yourself?’’ Elena feels the need to look at her father. Yet any attempt she makes at raising her head is met with an invisible force that commands her to stay down. “Killing a human is no way of showing strength.’’ There it was again, his fingers

Because Jillian was the one person who wouldn't give a damn if they lost everything. Still, by reaching out to her, Victoria had unknowingly handed Jillian the perfect weapon for revenge. She didn’t know her niece anymore. And she had no idea what Jillian was capable of. By the time she realized it, it would be too late. Jillian had plans—and none of them involved helping Julia or Valeria. She was here for one reason only: vengeance. “I want you to buy time for Julia, but don’t postpone the wedding,” Victoria instructed as they exited Julia’s hospital suite.

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.

"Oh dear, we've seen this phase in grieving. We also went through it. This phase is what you call denial. I think you should focus more on helping your mother raise the money instead of looking for an imaginary murderer." "It's not imaginary. I need you guys to believe me." Kenzie's voice was the loudest now, filled with desperation, she placed her hand on the table and clenched her fists. Her eyes were pleading with them but Mr Ziegler pretended not to notice while Mrs Ziegler wasn't even looking. "And why?" Mrs Ziegler asked calmly. "Because I want your help. I need your connections, power, and money to find the killer as soon as possible. If you'll help me, I'll be eternally grateful." Sh

"She laughed. She told me the pack is coming. That they're worse than her. That they want everything—the company, you, Nora. She gave me a website. Apparently, it would show me what real wolves look like." My blood boils. "Then let's see it," I say fiercely. "Right now. I'm not letting her play mind games with you anymore. We face this together." Hayden studies me for a second, then he nods, taking out his phone. His thumb moves across the screen as he types in the address Rachel gave him. The site loads. At first, it looks just like any other dark, sleazy p**n site. A black background, red accents, and thumbnails arranged in a grid. But as the images sharpen, horror crawls up my spine.