Nemesis Captain Novels & Stories

"We learned our lesson and long committed our cursed immortal lives to correcting our wrongdoings" “Don’t worry, Captain Styles, your side of the story would someday come to light. People will start hearing about you too and how kind you are. I’ll make sure to correct them in the future and whenever an opportunity would present itself to me, I would see to it to educate everyone about how there are more than one ghost ships in the sea with a benevolent captain like you.” As though saying an oath, Niccoli declared this. “ By the way, that beast you killed was Romanov’s spirit animal. I hope you are aware that you made an enemy out of him when you oofed his underling.”

“If I remember correctly, we brought that box to the chancellor’s office, so how did someone get a video of it?” “True.” “My theory is whoever sent the box is the person that leaked the video, and my bet is on Killian too.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. And hey, I’m not defending the devil. I’m just saying that’s not his way of doing things. “Why do you think Killian will send something like that? What’s going to be his gain? Have you ever thought of that?” “He did not need a reason before doing all that shit to you back in London. That’s his nature. He’s born evil, and people like that don’t need a motive to do horrible things. That’s their MO, hurting people.” She chucked down a bun

"But you deserve it. We all do. This changes everything for us." ​For us. Or for you and him? ​The dark clarity settled deeper into my bones. I still didn't understand why what twisted game they were playing in this timeline. But as I watched her fake a smile, the confusion stopped paralyzing me. It turned into a quiet, lethal focus. Marcus Vance was a wildcard I didn't understand yet, and my sister was a traitor disguised as a guardian. ​But I was back. I had the memories of the blade, the stairs, and the dark.

“Not kill. But bleed. Enough to weaken him, enough to feed the boy’s first hunger. If you fail, the boy will feed on you instead.” I stared at her, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Why are you telling me this? If you served Vladimir once, why betray him now?” “Because,” she said, her voice hardening, “he betrayed me first. And because I see what you are, Zemora, the crack in his armor he does not yet understand. You can save him… or you can end him. The choice will come sooner than you think.” Before I could speak, a sound echoed through the corridor I had come from, the sharp, heavy rhythm of boots striking stone. My heart leapt into my throat.

I was yet to understand the mystery being that was El. Was she an animal? Or just some consciousness? "Oh, you have to stay!" Naomi chimed, more enthusiastic for this topic than was necessary. "It will be fun. I can select fighters who would give the maximum entertainment, that have perfect reflexes and control over their wolves…" I shrugged. "If you insist." She clapped her hands and got to her feet, eyes shining as they roved through the mixed population. She selected her brother, Timothy, and one of the sons of the elders who I remembered had once tried to sleep with me, thinking me being bullied meant I had a low IQ too, that I was in need of companionship, in any form it took.

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 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.

Mafia's Nemesis In the ambiance of the police station, Captain Morgan swung an unprovoked fist at Antonio's face. The crispy sound echoed through the station, leaving everyone in daze. Antonio's chin lifted just a fraction as he glowered at the Captain. "Getting violent with me means that you'd better kill me, because if you don't…it has a hefty price attached to it." Each word crawled out of his mouth, slow and deliberate, like venom. "I will gladly pay the price when it's time, but for now", the Captain paused, slipping the key out of the lock.

“I think that it will if I tell him that he’ll never see you alive again if he doesn’t join Nemesis.” She tries to appear unfazed by the threat on her life. “Just what is Nemesis?” “I am Nemesis.” Alice looks confused. “Or rather, I am the leader of the organisation known as Nemesis. I have been here waiting to stand down for many years, as it is not my place to be in command. We all believe that David should take over.” “And your problem is that he doesn’t want to?” Kevin shakes his head. “He has decided not to take sides.”