Knocked Up By My Nemesis Novels & Stories

He raised his eyebrows fully this time in slight surprise at my sudden outcome. "I will take it from you, even if I have to use force." he said as he took a step closer. And I don't know where this came from either, and I really hope I didn't render him incapable of having children, but in one quick move I rose my knee up and hit him in his jewels. Hard. My action must have taken him, and me, by surprise because he couldn't block the shot and he fell to the floor holding his babies as I stepped over him and made a run for it.

It was too late for him to get the gun out because I lifted my foot and kicked him in the face. He leaned against one of the parked cars and hit his back. I feel his anger, but I only feel more anger. Maybe I accumulated all my anger and resentment, which is why it was so easy for me to knock him down with my foot after I killed him. His body fell to the floor. I immediately laid on his body and put the gun to his senses. He was shocked and swallowed several times.

As soon as we crush him, we'll be free. J: [I'll be at the usual spot today at 3 p.m.] The location tag on the last message pointed to the exact alley where I'd passed out yesterday. So this was my "lover." I tapped on J's profile picture and saw a familiar face. Julian. I remembered him. A few days before my eighteenth birthday, I was getting mugged by some punks in the Bronx, and this guy from the slums took a knife for me. When I offered to repay him, he just smiled weakly and said, "It was nothing. Don't worry about it."

*Shit,* Kent yells, and I quickly roll off of the female. “No! I knocked you up!. Not… No… uhm, OUT! I knocked you out,” I say, in defiance. But it’s too late.

Instinctively, I grabbed my high heel and swung it, hitting the forehead of a woman who had been aiming a punch at my head. It was Jasmine, and she fell to the ground, completely unconscious this time. My breath still came in heavy gasps as I walked over to her and hit her head again to ensure she was indeed knocked out. She didn’t move. I sighed in frustration, putting my hands on my hips. “No matter what, you’ll never be a match for me.”

I owe him a lot for his steadfast unwavering loyalty. I placed one of my hands on Zach's hand to acknowledge his unwavering support. After enduring hours of torturous driving, we finally arrived at Conor's mansion. As soon as the car came to a stop, I bolted out the door and made my way to the front porch. "What the fuck, Kessler?" Zach exclaimed behind me, taken aback by my sudden actions. I barely registered his words as my anger surged. Then, I saw Conor stepping out with a lady by his side. The sight fueled my rage, and without thinking, I launched a punch at his face. The satisfying sound of his nose cracking and a smirk of satisfaction crossed my face.

Without hesitation, I turned and left. It didn't take long to locate him. There he was, gun in hand, aiming at a solitary antelope. I charged at him, and as he sensed my approach, he swung the gun in my direction. I reacted swiftly, knocking the weapon from his grasp and landing a punch that sent him off balance.

He firmly pressed his hand against my neck, almost choking me, while he used his other hand to rain down punches on me. He kept on yelling at me to admit it. Admit that, it was me who settled him up. My lips curled up into a devilish smile. “Yes. I was the one that told Vakda and set you up. And you and your little girlfriend Emily should have died!!” Saying Emily's name only angered Zayne the more. Just like I wanted. He rained down a few punches on me. The pain was felt around my whole body. “Are you done punching?

“But you killed him yourself, didn't you? Your so-called best friend. Anything you touch, you ruin. Fuck you, man.” “Oh, you bastard…” I started to say as I charged towards him. He jumped up from the bed when he saw that but he wasn't fast enough. A loud crack filled the room as my fist hit him and before he could recover from it, I sent two more punches towards his face. Staggering backwards, he fell onto the bed but I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back up. He threw a fist at me with his available hand but I dodged it easily and aimed my forehead for his face. He grunted in pain and I dealt him a severe blow to his stomach which sent him crumbling to the floor. Suddenly, I felt s