My Beloved Nemesis Novels & Stories

I twist my fingers into her collar, using my weight and sheer desperation to pin her. She laughs softly, looking delighted. "You're going to kill yourself." "Who..." I gasp, fighting for air. "Who sent you?" She watches me with bright, fascinated eyes. "You still don't remember." "Tell me." My voice cracks. She reaches up and touches my face tenderly. "You are a traitor now, handsome. You offended him." My blood runs cold. "Who?" Her smile returns. "Your creator, darling." Images suddenly flash in my head.

Killian sighed, his frown didn't leave his face but Matthias was right and he couldn't do anything, definitely not to him, he turned back to the training scenery and focused his gaze there instead. "And I nodded in reply to what you asked." "Why did you nod, I wasn't looking at you." "Then next time, look at who you're talking to." Matthias hissed then turned away with his hands crossed around his chest. "This is why you're single. How will you find your mate with this attitude, you never meet my eyes and we have been friends for years." Killian turned and gave a quick glance at his beta then shook his head. "There's no use talking with you." Killian then walked away but Matthias was on his

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.

But deep down, I knew it was only a matter of time before that hate became something else. There were afternoons when I caught myself thinking about their smirk, or the way they tucked a stray strand of hair behind their ear without realizing I was watching. There were mornings when I arrived early, pretending to study, only to notice their shadow in the hallway, perfectly still, waiting—or maybe just observing. I hated it. I hated them. I hated the way a single look from them could ruin my day. And yet… I couldn’t stay away. Because sometimes, the things you hate most are the ones you can’t forget.

NEVEAH For several seconds, I forgot how to breathe. Sebastian's lips were on mine, his arm firm around my waist, and his wet shirt was doing an excellent job of making sure I felt every drop of rainwater he had brought into the house. None of that mattered as much as the impossible fact that my husband was kissing me. Sebastian Blackwood. My childhood nemesis. My professional rival. The man who could turn a disagreement about the placement of a chair into a debate about common sense.

Then he apologised to Joanna and promised that he would never do that to any girl again in his life… Though I hadn’t done anything like that again after that, I knew that I had to do exactly that to get the demon to answer. After I realised I was Nemesis, I had done research on Nemesis’s powers. I had read that Nemesis had the power to appear as someone’s worst nightmare; the person they hated the most and was scared of… And Nemesis could make them see their worst nightmares come true. I will have to do exactly that.

“You are a monster, Saul. You should rot in hell.” I said to him. “Hmm. I guess I was wrong then.” Saul said. “I guess one death is not enough for you to be cold and emotionless. I guess two deaths should be enough.” He said as he pointed the pin to Sara's heart. “You were never going to release her, were you?” I asked as I stood up. “Never. You remember what I told you when you were leaving me at the forest of Koda? I will be your nemesis. I will be the greatest foe that you will ever face. I so much intend to keep that promise to you.”

He says with a sexy smirk and I feel like pounding his skull with a mortar. " Bastard. "I say with a clenched teeth and he laughs. " I love you baby." Oh fuck.... what sort of nemesis is this? And what the freaking hell have I gotten into?

Nemesis's Point Of View. I woke up with a jolt, my heart racing and sweat coating my brow. It took me a moment to realize that I had been dreaming—or rather, reliving a haunting memory. It was a memory of me, Nemesis, the one who was supposed to protect and love him, brutally murdering Xavier's first chance mate and their unborn child. I was the one responsible for the brutal death of Xavier's first chance mate and their innocent child. Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to consume my very soul.

“Are you going to kill me now?’’ she spoke with almost a whisper. For the first time, Elena saw her mate smile. “Yes, I am..’’ At least he gave her a straight forward answer. Roman stared at her for an intense second. He had a thousand thoughts running through his head. Was he going to make it quick? Certainly not. He wanted her to suffer. As payback to the moon goddess for pairing him with such a lousy weak female. Elena stared at him. Not with fear, not with regret, but with a smile on her face. As if she had already accepted fate.