Knocked Up By My Nemesis Novels & Stories

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

She shrieked, lunging toward me, eyes wild, hair flying behind her like a dark veil. But I was ready. She barely reached me before I drove my foot straight into her stomach with a brutal, precise kick. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and she crumpled to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath. “You really are pathetic.” I said, stepping over her, “All this scheming, all these years of lies, and it takes just one phone call for it all to fall apart.” Nora was on her knees, arms shaking as she clutched her ribs.

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.

This f*cker hurt her and Gunner and I were out for blood. It was forbidden to shift on campus or use any supernatural abilities against each other, but I pulled my claws out as I rushed at him. I knocked him off her. I picked her up off the bed, pulling my hoodie over her exposed half. I pushed her behind me as Luke got back up.

Not anymore. When I stand, the room tilts for a second. I steady myself on the sofa, and the anger sharpens into something colder. I didn't plan on getting punched by a stranger and becoming a meme. But if this is the game, I'll play it. And when I find her? She won't just be trending. She'll be sorry she ever swung at Zayne fucking Beaumont.

I mocked him and kicked him hard in his but, forcing him to hit his head on the wall of my room. "what if I say you will be the one to go meet the moon goddess?" he asked me. "Well, we both know who the loser is. You have no strong rogue. You are just empty. Very empty." I said, throwing a punch at him. "You are the beta Carlson huh?" Antonio said out of nowhere. "Not your business!" I said, punching his stomach so hard that it caused him to vomit blood. Without waiting, I punched him over and over again.

I was suddenly desperate for pain; for agony to remind me of how little I meant to himbefore he stole my innocence and, in consequence, my soul too. As he started to pull me back, I grasped at the side table, knocking things over in search of a weapon—or at least a way to push him to a point he’d make me recall I was nothing but his pawn. Clammy fingers found purchase, and before I could think it through, I spun around and shattered the vase against the side of his head. Glass fell to the floor around us, the roomgoing deathly still. In the movies, men went down. Ronan didn’t go down.

In fact, I should be laughing my ass off that the arrogant asshole was finally getting a taste of his own medicine. He was so quick to humiliate others. But watching him pick himself up while the other guy mocked him, my guts twisted into knots. I didn't even realize how hard I was gripping the keys until the sharp metal sliced into my palm. Whoever had eyes could see that just happened. Hunter's girlfriend had dumped him. It was none of my fucking business, but my teeth just fucking clenched. Nobody else had the right to treat Hunter Beaumont like shit except me. With me, he deserved it because he always ran his fucking mouth.