Knocked Up By My Nemesis Novels & Stories

My white racerback was now covered with blood from my wound! Holy cow! Why did she have to know my weak spot? I stood because her look was telling me that she wouldn't let another minute pass to end my life. I knew it would be the end of me. Especially when she started to smirk victoriously like she already won the game. She advanced to me but I swerved and tripped her feet. She fell and was now in her kneeling position. I stomped her face with my foot multiple times until I knocked her out, I ended it with a powerful backkick.

I needed to get fuck out of here. I began racing against the chaos to the exit. I swung open the door, and my eyes widened in shocked when I saw my own nemesis staring me right in the face. The blow was quick, but it was effective. Once it landed on my jaw, the world turned black before I could feel pain.

the culprit said. “Of course it won't happen again, go on now” Mr Richardson said. “Thank you Mr Richardson” the culprit said and ran towards the money packed everything and ran for the door on opening the door he heard a loud bang. “Bang!” He was shocked. What was that? He turned around and saw Mr Richardson holding a gun, at once the pain hit him, he looked down at his tommy and saw blood rushing out. He held his stomach as he came to realize that Mr Richardson shot him straight in his stomach.

Now is my chance. He looked up at me and i blessed him with a punch on his face. He staggered back and let go of me. Yayyy! It worked. I glared at me, rubbing her neck which was aching badly. “Even if you're the last person on earth, Kaden Blackwood, I wouldn't believe you because you are the enemy!”

Until a bad throw up led me to the hospital and it was discovered that I was a week pregnant. I've been torn between several worlds ever since. Keeping it and enduring the shame? Discarding it? Speaking to Knight about it? The last option had died the night he came home with a slender blonde and introduced her as his fiancée. The sophisticated Camille Graves of the wealthiest family in North America. It dawned on me so hard. My stepbrother used and dumped me. Just like Dexter. Just like everyone else. I’m sitting at my desk at work, locked deep in thought, rotting in regret, when I feel something cold slide down my hair and face in rivulets. My lips catch a drop, and I taste coffee.

He barked and I jumped up in fright. He grabbed me by the neck and tackled me down beside the bed. "Your fucked up boyfriend thinks so highly of himself! He thought he could defeat me and I won't do shit! He thought he could get away with every shit and I'd just sit around and watch. I have kept quiet enough! Not anymore! Now is payback season! Just watch how I ruin every shit and you're my starting point!" He hauled me violently onto the bed and sat beside me. "Now watch! "The loser will be here soon. Should I use your name for the countdown or his? I should use the number instead. 5...4...3..2...1..0..BOOM!" The door burst open and my heart sank. ★★....★★

" You know we have a lot to discuss, so stop looking so innocent and lovely when we both know deep down you are a hurtful bitch. "Look who is talking, the world famous asshole. I have nothing to discuss with you Noah why don't you go back to your pregnant fiancee, you are really good at knocking women up aren't you." My eyes moved from his face to his clenched fist making me laugh mockingly. " Don't tell me I knocked you up or you wish I did ." If only he knew I was already knocked up with his bastard child. "Now where should I start from. You being imposter all this while decieving me."

We leaned on each other for support, finding comfort in the unwavering belief that our love could withstand any storm. Finally, after days of tireless pursuit, we uncovered a name—a name that sent shockwaves through our beings. It was someone from Victor's past, a former associate with a deep grudge, seeking revenge through this elaborate game of manipulation. Armed with the evidence we had gathered, we confronted our adversary, determined to put an end to their malicious schemes. The confrontation was intense, filled with high stakes and dangerous revelations. But in the end, we emerged victorious, our love triumphing over the darkness that had threatened to consume us.

I nodded, my heart pounding as I dragged Nathan toward the door, feeling every second stretch as Dominic’s menacing laughter echoed behind us. But then, just as I reached the doorway, something slammed into me, knocking both Nathan and me to the ground. I looked up, dazed, to see one of Dominic’s men standing over us, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent. My hand scrambled for something, anything, to defend us. My fingers brushed against a jagged rock, and with a burst of desperation, I swung it, catching him across the temple. He staggered back, giving me enough time to pull Nathan to his feet once more.

Before I could step back, he reached out and brushed his fingers toward my cheek. I slapped his hand away, his smile widened. "I don't like being touched," I warned him. His eyes darkened. In the next instant, his hand shot out and clamped around my wrist. His grip was crushing. I yanked hard and managed to wrench myself free before shoving him backward with all my strength. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face. Then it vanished. His expression turned deadly. Before I could react, his hand wrapped around my throat. My back slammed against the wall.