My Beloved Nemesis Novels & Stories

His cold body, his love for Coffee and Whiskey and most importantly, his lack of interest in food. "So you want to take revenge?" She asked after several minutes of silence. "I hate betrayers!" He affirmed. "I was made to understand by Jerry that you have a very large army, then why do you have to use me?" She wore a quizzical look loathing the fact that Nicodemus only turned her for his own revenge. "Because the pain inflicted by ones you love is much more greater than a stranger's." His tone sinisterly declared causing Alisha's body to shiver.

' 'Do you know the black hunter? 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' 'Did your stalkerish obsession get a bit too high to control you needed to kidnap me?' She's obnoxious more than I thought. 'I do not have an obsession with you.' I stated coldly. 'Then why the questions?' 'I want my answers.' 'Curiosity killed the cat.' she snapped back at me. 'A cat has nine live, Nemesis.' 'That's my name now?' Nemesis. That was the perfect name for her. She was the enemy not any sort of ally in any way.

he whispered to her mother, but only the sound of the machines around his mother answered him. "Are you the one who called me yesterday, mom? I'm sorry for talking to you like that, I don't know, I didn't know that it was you, you used a different contact number. I'm so sorry." He cried. Jared is too scared to lose her mom. He already lost his father at a young age, and he can no longer bear it if he loses her mother too. He cried until he fell asleep beside her mother.

However, there was no one there when I turned around. Quinton and I boarded a plane to the Maldon Islands. I did not want to return to this city. Gary was flanked by two police officers as he watched my vanishing figure. He remembered what I told him. I said, "Gary, love has a time limit. I've loved you for 21 years. If you ever lose me, I won't look back." Back then, Gary responded, "The last thing I need is your cheap love! You're just a chauffeur's daughter. Who do you think you are?"

The jealousy in his voice was thick enough to choke on, and I understood now that this whole revenge was less about his sister and more about Jonathan feeling like Arden had picked wrong, had chosen love over power. “So you’re going to what, replace Yara with me?” I asked. “Make me your consort and pretend that fixes hundred years of rejection?” “I’m going to take everything he loves and make it mine,” Jonathan said, leaning forward with this intensity that made me want to lean back. I looked at the roses on the table and noticed they still had thorns, I started calculating while keeping my face interested. “Ambitious,” I said, reaching for my water with my left hand while my right drifted c

She could feel heat radiating from his piercing gaze, intense and unwavering, as it locked onto her lips the moment she dared to open her eyes. "Is this what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies even closer?" The question reverberated in her mind, a breathless whisper tinged with confusion and urgency. She wrestled with her thoughts, realizing, 'He's not the enemy here or my foe; that title belongs to Sheppard Choi. Victor Choi, on the other hand, is nothing more than a captivating challenge—intriguing, unpredictable, and undeniably compelling man that could easily sidetrack her from her mission at hand.'

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

Watched me take the first bite. It was good. Really good. I looked at him across the table. The candles flickered between us. His face was soft in the light. I thought about how lucky I was. How many women had a husband who would do this? Who would see them falling apart and catch them before they hit the ground? I loved him. I really loved him. Then my mind drifted. L'Incendiario Avido. The greedy arsonist. I should ask him. Right now. What does it mean? Why did Dash say it? Why was it written in blood on our mirror?

“It doesn’t seem like he thinks that. Hale seems to believe it’s more plausible that I’m a monster who’d take advantage of you than that you willingly turned your back on him.” His indifference towards the entire situation stokes the flames of my anger. “You asshole,” I seethe. “Why do you have to be so cruel? Why does he have to be locked up down there while I don't? You clearly don't care that I tried to kill you?” “You are my mate,” he says simply. “I hate you,” I screech out. “It doesn't matter what the moon goddess thinks. My hatred far out weighs and probably negates whatever effect the bond is supposed to have.”

"Because you are mine, Amara. Every breath you take in this life belongs to me. Don't ever let his shadow touch what belongs to me again." Typical Antonio, possessive as ever, but I used to think it was because he loved me. I used to feel a secret thrill in my chest whenever his grip tightened, misinterpreting his control as deep affection. Now, the memory of my own stupidity made me sick. Now, I knew better. The realization felt like a cold blade sliding between my ribs. The only thing that still tormented me, the single question that burned with a sharp, confusing ache in the pit of my stomach, was why. Why go through all of this grand, exhausting drama when the woman he actually wanted to