Nemesis Chan Novels & Stories

“If you’re so tough, why do you only show it by pulling girls around? See you at the underground tonight? Or are you only brave when it comes to her?” Killian’s jaw clenched. “Midnight. Don’t die before you get there.” His eyes found me. “If you don’t show up, I will beat him to a pulp. I will see you there, both of you.” ********* The underground was loud, with students chanting and some betting on who would be their next champion. Conner stepped into the ring, taping his knuckles. He found me in the crowd and gave me a small nod. Suddenly, a hand gripped the back of my neck.

John explained. " You can't stop the war from happening" Emily's words caught everyone off guard. " What do you mean?" Blink couldn't help but ask. " The war can't be averted" Emily answered. " Hudson and Alvara are like Nemesis Reborn. Them possessing the Fenris Force...this war must happen" " We don't understand what you're saying Emily" John said in confusion. " After Alvara told me about her and Hudson, I had to do a lot of research about the Fenris Force and I found out something very important;

a lady yelled at her. “F_ck you, bi_ch!” she yelled back at the lady and zoomed off. As she drove home, she couldn’t stop herself from laughing out loud. Things were going exactly as she wanted, and she couldn’t wait to start her main vengeance.

He seemed unable to hold back and suddenly said, "Ms. Leeman, I know everything the public is saying today is false! You're not like that." I wondered, 'The public?' Quinton clicked on a trending article titled: [Wilson Real Estate's Mrs. Wilson, Vanessa Leeman, Failed the Scheme with Her Lover, Charles Chase, and Lost Both Her Reputation and Fortune!] The article had nearly three thousand words, stating how I had hooked up with Charles and staged the kidnapping.

“Are you related to Fiora Ellighton?” “Yes, she is my sister,” he said. “You know her?” “Your sister is famous,” I answered, avoiding giving any hint that I knew her personally. This is getting interesting. I smiled inwardly. I had just found the perfect mole for my revenge plan. “Enough about me. I would love to know your name at least.” “I am Veronica Thompson,” I answered. “You are new here, I guess.” “Yes, I am.” “If you agree to dance with me, I will tell you about Valmont Elites.”

But none of it reached my voice or my face. The Moon Goddess had chosen our paths, I reminded myself silently that mates face difficult times and I and Helena will be fine. Helena needed me here. I stayed seated beside her bed, holding her hand as the afternoon light shifted through the window. I thought about Liena again as the minutes passed. The suppressed scent. The unanswered calls. The photos that showed her building something new with the one person who had always pulled at her heart. Envy and a deep sense of neglect sat heavy inside me, but I pushed them back. My

Chan took a sip of the cold water beside her and then said, “Well, as you know, my full name is Chandra Chandler. I’m a Kiwi. Well, half Cambodian, half Kiwi.” “Yes, I can tell from the accent. I like the Kiwi accent. And the half Cambodian part. I like that. So is your mom Cambodian or your dad?” “Mom,” Chan said. Jeremy continued with his questions.. “So why did you decide to move to Australia?” Chan’s face suddenly paled, and her gaze froze on his face. Jeremy noticed. He instantly knew he was stepping onto dangerous ground. Chan lowered her eyes, and suddenly her stomach tightened. She frowned and told herself to calm down. She needed to get ahold of herself.

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.

“Then it’s time I reminded the world who I am.” __At nightfall | Abandoned Broadcast Tower, Namsan__ The feed blinked to life. Every major network in the East Pacific caught it. A woman in white stood at the edge of the broadcast room, face half-shrouded, voice sharpened by purpose. “This is Chaewon Kim.” “I was born in a lab built on lies. Raised in a house that traded blood for power. I was auctioned, beaten, manipulated, and hunted. And now I have one message for the ones who are watching.”

Miles said, her uncertainty evident. I nodded and then turned to Veronica, who appeared perplexed. "Hold on, I can't believe this. What are you doing here, Veronica? I'm certain you're Veronica! You're alive!" Her voice suddenly escalated, drawing the attention of onlookers. I shook my head rapidly. "I'm not Veronica, ma'am. My name is Empress Chan—" "Do you really expect me to believe you?! You should be six feet under by now! You should be behind bars!"