Knocked Up By My Nemesis Novels & Stories

Not because of this sick game. “Please—please,” I begged, the words bursting out of me. “Then drop an anonymous message to Vitellio,” he said, voice almost casual. “Tell him Calloway killed his fiancée.” My mind went blank. The world tilted. My breath hitched and everything turned white around the edges. “Psycho,” I whispered, trembling. “You’re a psycho, you’re—” The slap came before the pain. The sound cracked through the air, then fire exploded across my cheek, sharp and searing. My vision went black at the edges, but I forced myself not to fall.

I knock my elbow into his stomach and deliver a swift kick to Pax. “Get used to it because she’s mine and don’t care who knows it. You might smell it, but you’ll never get a taste,” I grin as they both grumble. With precise movements and well-honed skills, I delivered swift blows to their bodies until they lay on the ground, defeated. Neither of them has found their mate yet or anyone they might want to choose as their mate. But I have and I can’t help feeling a little smug as I beat them both into a pulp.

The pressure I applied was so much that she almost tripped but got her balance in check when I supported her with my grip around her arm. The instant our eyes met, I raised my hand and knocked her down on the floor with an imprint of my fingers visible on her face. “This is for framing me and assassinating my character,” I stated, breathing like an angry bull.

“Grab her!” Not wanting to take the chance, even though I felt a rush of dizziness hit me, I quickly moved around Nick. Since Nick didn’t react fast enough, I was able to make it around him. The door was still wide open, so I ran as fast as I could towards the door. Just when I thought I was home free, I was knocked to the ground by something hard as it slammed against me. “You idiot! She is fucking pregnant!” I heard Caleb yell, just before I was pulled up.

She’ll go to hell and back for the ones she loves and anyone who stands in her way will be taken out as collateral damage. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” he hits me in the back of the head with the but of his gun, trying to either knock me out or shut me up but either way doesn’t work. Raising my elbow quickly I hit him with an upper cut to the chin with my back of my elbow. Bianco groans with a hiss, taking a step back, giving me the perfect opportunity to turn around and kick out my right leg. My foot connects with his right side knocking him to the ground. Not giving him a chance to get to his feet and fight me back I fall forward, on top of him knees first driving them into his chest affe

My revenge sex plan was not Harmon approved. My drunken brain didn't register when the beefcake jocks and Harmon started trading blows. I only knew we were leaving because I recognized the sequence of events that followed Harmon knocking out the pushy twenty something asshats one by one. Before the stranger whose bed I was not making it into tonight could hit the floor, I was tossed over Harmon's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

His grimy hands worked their way under my shirt to settle on my hips, sending a wave of nausea over me. As he pulled me back against his body, I spun around his shirt collar and punched him hard in the face. He stumbled backward, and I tackled him into another parked car. He grunted as I kneed him in the gut. You know how this goes. I hit him. He failed at blocking. I tackle him to the ground, and he soon has a face covered in blood. The only new part was when he pulled out a pocket knife. I hadn't experienced that before. Not since one was embedded into my body after it was used to kill my mother.

Of course it was. Because the universe loved to remind me exactly where I stood. Not as the man she wanted. Not as the man she loved. Just the man who was always too late. Before I could even think of how to respond, another voice cut through the air, laced with mockery, with bitter satisfaction. “Oh wow,” Callum drawled from behind us, stepping into view, his arms crossed. His gaze was sharp, unreadable, but his smirk was cruel. “So not only did you fuck her, but you knocked her up too?”

"You're so pathetic you work side jobs just to stay afloat." Yvonne puffed out her chest. "At least I have my dignity." Adriana lunged. Her nails swiped toward Yvonne's face with her long nails fast, aiming to draw blood. Hermione caught her wrist barely an inch from Yvonne's cheek. Hermione could see it in Adriana's eyes, she intended to disfigure Yvonne. Hermione shoved her back hard. She stumbled, lost her balance, and crashed to the floor.

Valmont had already erased Camille Hale, but that was fine. Because when I return to Valmont, I will not return as the scandalous ex wife. I will return as his nemesis.