Nemesis Cabin Novels & Stories

Noah screamed. Furniture lifted slightly from the ground. “Oh absolutely not,” Jason muttered. Caleb’s powers were spiraling. Fast. And injured emotional omega plus unstable ancient storm magic sounded exactly like the kind of situation that destroys cities accidentally. “We need somewhere isolated,” Jason said quickly. “Where?” Then both of us realized it simultaneously. “The cabin.” Right. Centuries ago Nelson and I bought a private cabin deep within human mountains for discreet hookups away from wolf politics. Ironically our secret gay escape cabin might now save the apocalypse.

Rose Watson spent years surviving two things: poverty… and David Robinson. Soccer prodigy. Male model. Arrogant jerk. He made fun of her weight and her poverty. She made sure he regretted opening his mouth. They fight. They insult each other. They can't stand being in the same room. Until one engagement changes everything. Forced to work side by side, Rose discovers that her worst enemy is hiding secrets she never expected—and David realizes the "fat girl" he mocked all his life is the only woman he can't walk away from. But when hatred turns into desire, and old wounds refuse to heal. Who will surrender first? Her biggest bully. His greatest nemesis. One lov

I envy her. The cabin is deep in the woods, surrounded by old-growth pines and fog. It’s the kind of place no GPS would ever find, with no neighbors and no cell service. Which is exactly what we need. Inside, it’s simple. Clean. Stocked with enough canned food and bottled water to last months. There’s a generator out back and a battery-powered radio crackling with static. Emma moves with military precision, checking the perimeter, resetting the tripwires, reinforcing the locks.

Raverine went inside the cabin first followed by Ember and K. “Sweet,” K whispered as she wandered her eyes around the interior structure of the cabin. Ember and K had the same impression. The cabin had a fictitious façade—the rusty cabin of the dead’s guardian—yet a sweet secret inside—fangs and guns for the death of a bloodline. Raverine smirked. “Let me get the plates and set the table.” K gave Ember a downturned smile and nodded at Ember. Ember furrowed her brows and mouthed the question ‘what?’ to her sister.

"If we fly low, skimming the tree lines to avoid the northern radar arrays, we can make it back to the Aspromonte ridge before dawn. But we won't have enough power to get back to the coast if things go wrong. It's a one-way flight." "We aren't coming back to the coast," Maya said, her eyes turning toward the dark window where the open horizon lay waiting. "The Nemesis Ledger started as a secret, Lucian. It started because I had to protect myself and my children from a husband who wanted to dissolve my existence into a prenuptial agreement. But the network doesn't belong to my personal vengeance anymore. It belongs to the people who are currently cleaning the nets on that beach."

Alpha Jones smiled subtly. "I think you need to wake up from your daydream. We have lost. Nolan has won. The Nemesis has caught up with us" David stressed out. "We are the Nemesis" Alpha Jones pointed out. "The Nemesis does not sit in the cell of his own Manor with his beta" he retorted. "Do you hear that?" he held one of his ears for attentiveness. "What?" Alpha Jones also paid attention. There were sounds of footsteps all over the Manor. "They have returned from evacuation to a new Alpha" David related.

Ethan pov I stood by the balcony, holding a glass of champagne. This was my 5th glass, and I was a little drunk. But well that is my recent hobby, whether I get drunk through work or alcohol, because that is the only way for me to forget my sorrows and pain I came here quietly to get a little drunk, and besides, the party was too chattering for my liking. The only reason I came here, was to get some partners to invest in my new business idea, which was Robotics Technology,

Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck. The air in the cabin was thick with the scent of diesel, sea salt, and the metallic tang of drying blood. I sat on a narrow bench, my fingers still white-knuckled around the rolled canvas of my grandmother’s portrait. The "Old Guest" in my head was no longer screaming; it was humming a low, dark melody of survival. I felt electrified, my skin buzzing from the adrenaline of the vents and the zip-line. Nevan stood across from me, stripping off his tactical vest. His black shirt was torn, clinging to the sweat-slicked muscles

A life far away from scandals, power games and men like Marcus. My company in Valmont continued thriving. I kept taking contracts Marcus expected to win and every loss got under his skin. But stealing contracts from him wasn’t enough. It irritated him. It bruised his ego. I didn’t come back to irritate Marcus. I came back to become his nemesis. I was able to keep myself hidden using the name Veronica Thompson. The realization settled like something heavy in my chest. I had been moving carefully, trying to avoid noise, mistakes and doing everything possible to stay hidden.

I never leave the door unlocked. Roy said he was at the airport. But I thought I heard him. I heard his voice in the house that morning. 'Yara baby, come watch Bluey with me'. I heard it. Didn't I? Or did I imagine it? *** The mansion appeared through the trees. Dark now. The windows looked like empty eyes. I killed the engine and just sat there. Looking around. Scared. Like someone was watching. The spot where the woman stood. Right there. By the gate. Her car was parked on the shoulder. Red Mercedes. No plates.