Nemesis Captain Novels & Stories

I caught the driver staring at me through the rearview mirror. "What?" He quickly looked back at the road. "Forgive me for saying this, sir, but I'm happy." My eyebrows knitted together. "Happy about what?" "It's rare seeing you like this." "Like what?" "You've been smiling ever since we left the café. I've honestly never seen that before." I frowned. "You certainly talk a lot. What is your name?" He hesitated. "...Are you planning on firing me after hearing it?" "Name." "My name is Nemesis."

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

I’d color-coded it because I needed to do something with my hands this morning besides rub my damn wrist raw. I was mid-sentence explaining the new drop pass zone entry when Nico came up behind me. “He’s not here,” he said softly. I didn’t turn around. “Who?” “You know who.” I tapped the board with the marker, trying to keep my face unreadable. “If you mean our esteemed captain, maybe he’s taking a personal day.” Nico didn’t laugh. “He doesn’t take those.” “Well,” I said, turning around to face him, “maybe he should start.”

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

Derek fired angrily, already at his limit. “I understand the reason for your anger, and sincerely, I deserve to be punished for all that I did. But I want you to know that I only did all that due to anger and jealousy, and I deeply regret it,” Dave said with a sad chuckle. “Like I said, I’m so glad to see you two before I die. You see, my nemesis has finally caught up with me, and now it’s time to pay for my own sins.” Dave continued, and for some unknown reason, Derek couldn’t find his anger anymore; he felt a pang of pity for his brother, but he pretended not to.

Damon’s POV: My nemesis. That was the label I had pinned on her the moment I realized I couldn't ignore her existence. She wasn't an enemy in the traditional sense—she didn't carry a gun or plot my downfall in the dark—but she was the one opponent I could never seem to beat. She was the glitch in my life, the persistent static in my frequency. My downfall. My undoing. It all started on December 31, 2012. That was the first time I actually stood in the same room as her. I was eleven years old and she was nine. It was a New Year’s Eve dinner.

Arya asked softly. I gazed at the sky. "That I finally killed him." "Veyros?" I shook my head. "No. The part of me that thought I'd never be more than a monster." Her hand tightened. "He was never the real you." I turned to look at her. "He was my nemesis." She smiled, her eyes shining. "And you destroyed him." "No," I said. "We did." ... Author's Note:

He approached Camila slowly, and gestured that he wanted to speak to her. “What is it Nasir?” Camila asked. The large bearded man was called Nasir. The man was so big that Camila who was a tall lady and stood at about 1.9 meters looked like a child before him. He was the captain of Thorned Horns. Thorned Horns had lost two men in the earlier ambush, and those positions were now filled by the remaining survivors from the other teams that didn’t make it.

"Do you often dream about him?" Nemiah raised her brows. She wasn't able to get who he was referring to. "Aries." Caius cleared. Nemiah sighed heavily and took a huge bite of the fish. "I don't know why I keep dreaming about that kid. I haven't even met him. I hated how it emotionally affects me every time I am having flashbacks of him." But then her brows furrowed when she realized that Caius seemed to know about Aries. "Hang on... Do you know him?" She asked curiously, handing the fish to Namir. Namir grabbed the fish using his mouth but he only put it down on the grass.

Except when it’s to terrorize unsuspecting souls. “Are we the only ones in this aisle?” I ask, noting that no other presence has made itself known since Captain Commentary started narrating my existence. “No. Just us. This aisle’s for the really, really bad guys.” He pauses thoughtfully. “I guess trying to murder an Alpha counts as really, really bad.” “Can you stop bringing that up?” “Nope.” I sigh. “I’m curious. It’s the most interesting thing that’s happened in a really long time.”