My Beloved Nemesis Novels & Stories

It was about me. And the fact that Marcel Vance, the boy who hated me, had just acted like a jealous boyfriend in front of his best friend, sent a dizzying, terrifying thrill through me. But the look on Liam’s face wasn’t just caution. It was disappointment. And in his eyes, I saw a quiet, determined glint. He had seen the challenge in Marcel’s eyes, and unlike me, he wasn’t going to back down. I was no longer just caught between a boy who hated me and a boy who liked me. I was now a pawn in a game between two best friends. The stakes had just been raised, and I was terrified to know what they were playing for.

Adding, “He may be one of my greatest adversaries, but Ethan is already my friend, playmate, childhood sweetheart, and brother to me. We are very familiar with one another and can trace each other's past when something goes wrong. " Olga's thoughts are lingering, allowing both to be nude and revealing every aspect they have been hiding since they were young. After a moment, Olga senses a spurt from inside her between her legs, and she quickly feels excruciating pain, making her feel weak and unable to respond to Ethan’s burning romantic love.

She chucked down a bunch of chips. “I... I just don’t think it’s him, that’s all,” I whispered. She stared at me for a long time before she stood and sat down next to me. “Look at me, Hazel.” I looked at her to see where she was going with this. “I think you’re gonna get Stockholm Syndrome from this guy.” “Uhm, what?” “You know, Stockholm Syndrome, where someone falls in love with their tormentor, someone that...” “I know what Stockholm Syndrome is,” I cut her off, “and no, I will never fall in love with Killian. I know what I want, and it’s definitely not Killian.”

ELARA'S POV I opened my father's envelope with both of my mothers watching, and inside was one page in a hand I had seen only once before, etched around the base of a black queen. “To my daughter, at the end of the game.” You will never remember me, and that is the only gift I had left to give you. By the time you read this, you will know what I became. Do not let anyone soften it for you. I designed a machine to rule the world through its shames, and when my partners stopped me, I spent my ruin teaching one child vengeance instead of teaching him chess.

He pulled me back down onto the bed, his grip never leaving my arm. “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked him, afraid that I won’t like the answer. “You are my saol gra.” He said simply, as if I know what that means. “I don’t even know what that is. I want to go home.” I responded, confused and scared. “You can’t go home, not yet.” He told me, with a soft tone in his voice. I was suddenly seeing another side to Namhaid. I no longer felt cold, sharp chills when he touched me, and his voice was as sweet as candy. “I told you that I will never lie to you, and I am a man of my word.” He told me, as I sat there, with a scowl on my face. “Nemesis, we were made to love each other. My soul recogni

he murmured to himself, stunned at the revelation. Didn’t Raina tell Asmaira hated him to the core? Then why did she agree to marry me? They have known of each other's existence but never met before. From what Raina has spoken on numerous occasions for Asmaira, nemesis means Amaan. Although they hadn't met, much less talked, Amaan was the bane of her existence.

Alpha Jones walked towards her and the man standing before her. Alpha Jones, famously known as Alpha Nemesis needed no introduction. His heavily built moderate body and a glaring physical strength screaming from his appearance were enough to sell him out. He was said to be a young Alpha but wise, his looks proved this true. They called him Nemesis because that was what he used to tell his victim. 'Nemesis has caught up with you' was the usual phrase people claimed he used to say. "David" he patted the man in front of Sophie.

…I remembered leaning over his body, clutching at him, calling him stupid for doing so…. And as I’d looked back up to face Nemesis, a new hatred in my heart for what she’d done, it hadn’t taken long for my own life to quickly follow after his. As always, she had been too strong. “You love him,” she said as if it were a fact. “No. Absolutely not. He’s just… he’s just a stupid, naïve man who…,” but it didn’t seem like I had the heart to really say it with conviction. “You attempted to connect with him in this timeline,” she continued. “It was the first time you ever really gave it a chance… and you fell for him as a result.”

Evey. I curled the corner of my lips slightly. "I've told you many times that my father wasn't that kind of person. "If you had believed me from the beginning, we wouldn't have ended up like this. "But you never did, didn't you? Anyone could easily manipulate you to hurt me..." I paused and asked Chase, "Do you love me?" Chase's Adam's apple bobbed, and tears were welling up in his eyes. "Yes. I love..." 'How disgusting.'

I was ready to set the entire ballroom ablaze with my manufactured radiance. I expected every lower-ranking Luna and every woman present to stare at me—Olivia—with hot, frustrated envy. What shattered my composure was the sudden, materialization of a Nemesis—a chilling, hateful ghost from a past I thought I had perfectly buried. Claire. She stood there, radiating the effortless power of a cruel myth—a goddess unfairly dropped into my domain. And in that instant, I became the pathetic one, my stomach curdling with bitter realization. I had assumed her ruin. I had celebrated her death. I had been so convinced that I had won when I stole her rightful mate. Yet, in my blind arrogance, I had only