My Beloved Nemesis Novels & Stories

This is not the time for tears, This is the time for war. Tristan King messed with the wrong family. And I’m going to face him myself. ***

I stepped back before she could touch me. “Don’t you dare,” I warned her. “I don’t belong to you anymore.” She looked as though I’d slapped her. “I stopped being yours the day I realized love shouldn’t feel like walking on broken glass.” “You destroyed an innocent woman’s life because you were jealous. How pathetic.” “Jealous?” She laughs humourlessly. “I’m not jealous of that girl, whatever her name is,” she said, waving a dismissive hand through the air as though she were shooing away a fly.

“Kayla has nothing to lose, Jax. That's the part that scares me. People who have nothing left are unpredictable.” He nodded slightly. “You’re right.” Her grip on his shirt tightened. “You think she’ll try something again?” “I think she already is,” he said honestly. Brielle swallowed. “Like what?” “Planning,” he said. “She’s obsessed with the idea of us. Obsessed with trying to rewrite a story she was never in.” She lifted her head to look at him. “Do you think she hates me?” “No,” he said. “She envies you. That’s worse.”

"It's fine, I just want to catch up with him." However, Emerson's idea of catching up nearly killed me. He looked at my blurred eyes, his tone vicious as he asked, "Do you remember me now?" When I said I did not, he made me relive those memories over and over again. Emerson stared at me from above. His eyes filled with a mix of lust and hatred that threatened to swallow me whole. "Right, you had so many lovers... How could you possibly remember me?" His movements carried a punishing edge. I grabbed his hair and cursed at him weakly. "My biggest regret was bringing you home, Emerson. If it weren't for me, you'd still be entertaining God-knows-who somewhere."

Arya asked softly. I gazed at the sky. "That I finally killed him." "Veyros?" I shook my head. "No. The part of me that thought I'd never be more than a monster." Her hand tightened. "He was never the real you." I turned to look at her. "He was my nemesis." She smiled, her eyes shining. "And you destroyed him." "No," I said. "We did." ... Author's Note:

Chapter 1 (Sophia's POV) The crystal chandelier above the Grand Ballroom feels like a guillotine waiting to drop. I stand at the edge of the gala with a glass of champagne I have no intention of drinking, my fingers clenched so tightly around the stem I’m surprised it hasn’t shattered. Across the room, "he" holds court like he already owns the city. Alexander Voss. My enemy. My nightmare. The man whose family destroyed mine twice and still smiles like the world owes him everything.

He crouched in front of me so we were eye level. “Because I am human,” he hissed. “Well, you must have been so used to being evil to the extent… when you see someone who is nice, it shocks you dry. I hope you learn. You can’t always get away with every evil. Nemesis always comes to kiss one’s cheek when they do bad.” “Don’t say that,” I snapped already boiling. “You hate the truth, but I’m not gonna lie. If you don’t stop bullying, you will meet more nemesis. What goes around comes around.” He took the glass from me and set it aside.

“Oh, so now he’s just ‘some guy’? The two of you were best friends, Victor. How can you reduce him to that?” “Why can’t I?” My voice came out harder than I intended. “Tell me, Ophelia why can’t I?” Tears gathered in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. “I thought you were different from your father. I was wrong. You’re exactly the same.” “Yes,” I said. “I am. There is no room in this world for soft-hearted people. Softness only invites betrayal.” The look she gave me then was pure defeat, as if she had finally accepted there was no road back for me. I hated that expression. It made me feel like the villain in a story I never meant to write.

“We contain what we can. Players. Hallway talk. Anyone who looks like they’re about to get brave.” Kane nodded. “I’ll handle our side.” Miles was still looking at me like he expected damage to show. I stepped in, close enough that the rest of the lot could think whatever they wanted, and kept my voice low. “I’m not going anywhere because he dug up a bed from another season.” Miles closed his eyes for half a second. “I love you.” “I love you too.” “I’m still going to want blood.” “I know.” My fingers brushed his wrist. “Then want it and don’t give it to him in public. That’s how he wins this one.”

I was growing frustrated because I didn’t know what else to say to convince him and through the bond that was now somehow more present than ever, I could feel Fabian’s breath weakening. My wolf was howling like crazy, because she felt it too and at the moment, she was asking me to let her loose so she could set Cicero right, thus giving me the chance to help out mate. However, if our last fight had taught me anything, it was that I couldn’t take on the Beta. He wouldn’t spare me either. A murderer was someone who killed another, not themself. My hands that had loosened curled again and my gaze shifted to Fabian or rather the bloody sheets beneath him. For some reason, my chest tightened.