Nemesis Captain Novels & Stories

One of the Black Water mercenaries stood up and said respectfully, “Sir, we are from Black Water Mercenaries. The blue-haired woman lying on the ground is the Blue Enchantress who’s ranked ninth in the Killer Rank. The first deputy captain of Black Water Mercenaries died at her hands half a year ago. Today, she came to assassinate our captain again. The captain saw through her and she escaped after taking a secret drug. We chased her all the way here while the person you just killed was our captain, who was known as Black Water.” “Don’t people on the Killer Rank usually work alone? Why did your captain claim that I’m her accomplice?” David asked. “Uh… It might be because you look like a rich

"We were in her dorm room until past midnight." "I know," I said softly, reaching out to lay my hand over his forearm. "I remember every second of that night. You were with me." For the first time since I’d met the untouchable captain of the Westbridge hockey team, Damon Hayes looked genuinely terrified. Not angry, not arrogant, not in control. The terrifying unknown was unraveling everything he knew about his own life. "Maybe... maybe it's just someone who looks like me," Damon muttered, though the conviction had completely bled out of his voice. "A cousin? A relative?"

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.

But it settled into me like something that expected to be obeyed. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I sat. "You're sleeping with the enemy, Imani." He looked ahead. "I don't know who the hell you think you are." "That's the problem." He turned his head towards me. "You don't know who anyone is... you're not safe, Imani. Neither is Yara." My heart was loud in my own ears. "Are you threatening me?" Something moved in his expression. Brief. Almost pitying.

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

Hannah and the representatives of various entities stared at Gunter in shock. He was dead. Gunter slapped the life out of Christian in front of them. Withdrawing his arm, Gunter said callously, “He’s the captain. Why should he live when all his men are dead? He’s an embarrassment to Zion Mercenaries. “I’m just housecleaning, Chief Delmore. Is there a problem?”

He didn't respond, and merely pulled out a seat. “Sit down, Elissa.” I sat, without a retort. Did my perspective of him change because he was giving me something no one else did? Yeah, he was giving me a chance. “I am sure of your character, and I know you didn't steal it, trust me.” I nodded. There was no other choice. Handling everything on my own would be a disaster. But it was something different when it was the captain of the hockey team standing up for me. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.”

He said with his eyes devoid of warmth. Negan smiled, and nodded. "In due time, Glimmer. Do you think I don't want to take revenge as well? I had to fight against my followers just to keep my identity. I had to do the unthinkable. And you won't believe how it boils me with rage to the bones." He spoke with absolute hate, his eyes glowing. "As you all know, my brother is the king of Capital city, and we can't attack him just yet. But however, I think it's time to steer up the wolf world.

I tried again, louder. “Hey. I’m Lena Hale from the Northcrest Daily. I need to set up an interview with you for a feature.” Cole finally slowed down and glided over. He stopped right in front of me, still on the ice while I stood on the rubber mats. Up close he was even taller than I thought. His eyes were this crazy light blue, almost gray. Cold. He looked at me like I was wasting his time. I waited. He said nothing. “Good communication skills for a captain,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out.

Now that he was being kind, attentive, generous, and gentle, it was nearly impossible. His new demeanor didn't just make her suspicious. It turned her on. And she was already at the brink of falling. Two nemeses, alone on a yacht, with unresolved tension, drifting across the open sea... that couldn't possibly end well, could it? "The food made me tired," she said, not meeting his eyes. "I think I'll watch a movie and fall asleep in my cabin." She turned to leave. “Good night.” His voice came behind her but she didn’t turn back.