Knocked Up By My Nemesis Novels & Stories

He had grown connected to her. He had touched her today. He had kissed her. He bit her neck. He drank her blood. He made her mind and spirit submit to him. He made her body aroused, to the point of pain. He had touched her and made her his without her consent. It felt like he had ascended to heaven. But it also felt wrong. His lust for her made him lose his mind. Her dull blue eyes couldn't look at his face but it always felt like she was able to see him. It felt like she purposefully avoided his gaze. He knows that he broke her and he enjoyed it. He wanted to destroy her the way she had destroyed him.

Nolan gasped and rushed to sit by my side. “It can't be mine already, is it Nathan’s?” Nodding my head he hissed and then chuckled. “No wonder you want to get him back,” he said firmly. Giving him a look of disgust I snapped, “He's your brother and he is also my mate!” Running his hands up his face Nolan grunted. “I know Nathan and he will not believe that he knocked you up without burying his knot unless he did…?” Shaking my head I told him that Nathan didn't but that I knew that he had, causing him to grin cockily at me.

“Just so you know Mr. Knight, by the time you're done here, Kennedy would have found your wife. I'm just hoping and praying that you get her as a corpse not alive. That will teach you not to stab your own brother in the back…” My face clouded as she made this utterance. I was badly holding back from hitting her as she was a woman. But at that moment, I no longer saw a woman, I saw an enemy. Someone who was after my wife's life. I pulled back from the wall I had relaxed my back on. Then gingerly walked towards her PUNCH! My fist met her face the moment I got close enough. A scream tore from her “Mr. Knight, you….” PUNCH!

She was asleep when I had woken, and unlike me, I had hurried my way out of the room. I was beginning to become confused; I didn't like that. She was my enemy; her father was the reason for my despair; I couldn't let a blowjob. A foreplay with knives and pussy cloud my judgement. A knock settled on the door, jolting me away from my thoughts, I ran my tongue over my lower dry lips

She hated me, we stopped pretending about that when she humiliated me at a party two years ago, right in front of Alex, my nemesis. The image of the day was still vivid inside my head. The way I trembled under the spotlight, the heavy sound of mockery that almost tore me apart, and my nemesis, staring right at me like that was my end. “You didn't inform me before coming,” Janelle said, getting up to her feet. Her blue gown swept the floor. She looked almost elegant. “Sorry ma'am…” “To hell with your sorry.” She didn't let me speak. She always does that.

This bitch was also responsible for the bet. Before I can speak, she "accidentally" tilts her cup. Hot coffee splashes across my chest, soaking through my clothes in seconds. The burn is immediate. Still, I don't even flinch. Why the fuck is she still after me? What did I ever do to her?! I grab my own untouched latte from the table and throw it straight into her face. She shrieks, stumbling back, her hands flying to her cheeks as the liquid drips down her chin, her perfect makeup running in dark rivers.

He had requested a private dance with me one time, and I agreed, but I had already slipped something in his drink—nothing too strong, of course; I wasn’t a murderer, and the fact that he was standing here, alive and threatening me, was proof enough. Anyway, as we were dancing, he began to fall asleep, and I used that opportunity to steal his money. After which, I made a run for it and never came close to that establishment again. It has been four years now, and I have never seen him again, but I should have known that my nemesis would catch up with me. Here he was, in the flesh. While I was in my head, trying but faking not to remember the past, Alex had punched Malcolm in the face, and a lo

I better start kicking before he kills me. I charged myself up. I wasn’t feeling that hungry now. I was just feeling the pain that I let this bro beat me into, and I haven’t even touched him yet since the game. He swung his leg sideways, planning to hit my back, and I drifted aside, grabbed his leg, used my elbow, and gave him a hit right at his knee spot, and his bone cracked. I knew I might have broken his bone because I could see veins creeping out of his neck, clearly stating that he wanted to shout but was holding it in. He rolled to the edge of the ring for support, just like I did when he hit my stomach.

He was tall, broad shouldered, and possessed pretty brown hair. I was about to shut the door when Carolyn walked in. She glanced at me, silently muttering an apology. I knew there and then that nothing would have gone well if the whole family was here. And with how much Jemma had messed up earlier, I would not be surprised if they knew everything already. “Are you the one who knocked my daughter up?” The huge man stalked toward me. I nodded and just like I had anticipated, I received the punch on my nose. I groaned and my hand immediately cupped my nose in pain. He was a badass hitter but that was not the issue then. The man looked furious.

Not without giving him a taste of his own medicine. Never before had my soul been overwhelmed by vengeance. I was thinking of every possible way to get my Revenge on him. And my weapon of choice was success. Not a gun or asking guards to beat him up no. He was the father of my lovely wife, family in that case but I wanted him to know that betting against Blake was a wrong move. From a distance I could hear my door being knocked. A cold electric impulse jerked my body. Every time my door was knocked It usually ended bad but that particular knock had my instincts screaming "no, don't open" so I ignored it and started snoring.