Nemesis Captain Novels & Stories

he dragged the word out as his steady gaze glided to Anastasia and Arizona, causing them to freeze with apprehension. "And who are the other girls behind?" He quizzed, glancing curiously at Janice. Janice smiled as if he just told her a joke. "Her allies. They are called the monstrous big trio. So those are the other two that follow the orders of the leader- which is in the person of Amber Harvard standing before us, inspector" At the latter word, Janice fixed a searing mocking gaze at Amber. Amber forced a tight-lipped wry smile at her, attempting to feign indifference but the twitching of her eyes won't go away.

"What matters is what he believes he is owed and what he is willing to do to collect it." "And what is he willing to do." Marcus was quiet for a moment. The kind of quiet that means the answer is not a comfortable one and he is deciding how to give it to me without being dishonest. "Eduardo Caruso," he said finally, "is a man who inherited his father's connections and none of his father's patience. Donatello was ruthless but methodical. Eduardo is ruthless and impulsive, which is a considerably more dangerous combination." He looked at me steadily. "He will not move openly. Not against me directly, not yet, the exposure would cost him more than it would gain. But he will look for pressure po

It cracked, and his body became still without much struggle. I went closer to him and shook his hand. Then I realized he was dead. “He’s dead!” I screamed, and the commander took a close look at him and shouted, “Natalya,” which means **THE NEMESIS**. I mean, my name sounded cool… and yeah, you wouldn’t want to face the Nemesis, would you?

He was seized by the darkness, and I squeezed the shadows over his body tightly. “What master do you serve?” I asked Captain Nestor. The man jerked before spitting on the ground. “The anarchists were right; you are an abomination. We must kill you before you lead us to death,” the captain said, and I laughed. “You call me an abomination when you trust the people who want to take power from me to unleash chaos on the world?” I asked the man wryly. “That's a silly thing to say.” “The anarchists just want to cleanse the world of the archaic rules of the gods; they seek our independence, and you are a natural abomination that will drive our world to extinction,” the demented captain said, and I

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.

He introduced me to Mirrum the coffee shop owner and landlord . “ Well I want you to understand I do not approve of this fight , and do not think you should take it . He was wanting to put you up against Nemesis, “ he said, frowning at me while shaking his head . Nemesis was one of the biggest opponents at well over six and a half feet tall and built like a tank . He has never been beaten , word on the street is he has actually killed someone in the cage . To be fair I have never lost a fight yet but for the first time I feel nervous . “ Did he tell you what the purse is? '' I say .

He was an epitome of masculinity and beauty, his height a replica of a giant, his body well-toned in the suit he wore. He waited for Marley to sit down before doing the same. “It's so nice to see you, Neils.” “Same here. How was your trip?” “Profitable. I was able to apprehend Boxinuz.” “The drug lord of Mexico?” “That's right.” Marley's mouth opened in awe. “I could never compete with you.” Captain chuckled. “You do your own fair share of work and very well Neils.” “Hmm… maybe.” Captain watched her before asking. “How is the mission going? Is it leading anywhere?”

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.

He wouldn't reach out unless it was bad, but I couldn't think of anything he'd need my help with, anything he couldn't do himself. If it was just a hack, he would've gone about it another way, so what could it be? Was he in some sort of trouble? The thought jarred me for a second. Of all the people I've worked with doing this over the years, Nemesis is right up there with my faves. Had we met in person, I have no doubt we would've been friends; he has that vibe about him.

A one-way ticket to a CEO position and a spot at the werewolf council of North America. As a rogue Alpha who leads a pack of rogue, untamed wolves, I was banned from the council. But as the CEO of Morningstar and the husband of Camille Graves, I would stand a chance of reentry. And I was ready to kill for that chance because it was a lifelong dream of mine. Reclaiming the glory of my family in the Ashvane pack. The pack where we belonged before we were cast out like dogs. I was ready to ignore everything else for that dream.