Nemesis Chan Novels & Stories

- She said. Even so, she was a double agent, Zarathanis' faithful agent. A few weeks earlier at the base of the service. Nemesis smiling said. - We have a perfect experience for you to have your first and second time. – Nemesis said. - We found out about the preference of both, and you are exactly their type, plus, we have a potion that makes you a virgin after the act. – Nemesis. - The pussy blow. - Iliana said.

Like she knows what's happening inside me. "The demon is near. He's... He sneaks up on me. Do you see him?" "He's not a demon," she remarks carefully. "Zach, his name is Nemesis. And all I see is you." "But he's here. He can seize control of me any minute." "I know."

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Oh, but I do," she shot back, her dark brown eyes firing straight daggers as she faced me head-on. She wasn't the least bit afraid of my anger, clearly aware that the real monster lived back at the house, and not in this driver's seat. "Know what you talked about for two weeks straight the first time you played against the Ice Reapers? Hunter Beaumont. You claimed to hate his smugness and attitude, but your eyes, they were alive, Tristan. ALIVE. Do you know how much it hurts living with a literal robot of an older brother for years, and then one day he gets back from a game he lost and his eyes are no longer blank walls, but hold actual f

, Chase's voice was firm and she simply stared at him. "Chase! I think we are not suitable for each other. Our entire world is different. I'm a rich second-generation heiress of KHANNA's, Co-CEO of K&K Corporation but still, I'm facing other women's hatred and it's simply because of you", Nishma spurted out angrily and left him there, staring at the retreating figure of his Seductive DEVIL. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

I say to the one named Chris. He looks at me and brings himself to full height. I guess he thinks that’s meant to intimidate me or something. “I’m Chris Melgren, Delta of Invictus and Emperor of the nagata,” he says with confident authority, “And yes, Mei is my animai.” “Talk about a plot twist,” I muse. No wonder he was getting defensive. He’s just protecting the woman he loves. I can relate.

She fiddled with her phone, opening up a tweet that read: “Billionaire Mar cus Stanfield, set to wed Mirabelle Capewood in two weeks instead of her sister, Amanda Capewood.”

I even gave her the memory of a mother she never had, Marissa, Channing’s Luna. Exhausted and covered in sweat, I looked up at my mate for the final time and asked. “Her name. What is her name?” “Alexis,” Channing answers. “Alexis Greystone.”

I whisper, fighting a ridiculous smile. She doesn't miss a beat. "Then blink once if you've developed Stockholm Syndrome." Marcellus watches the entire exchange with a completely expressionless face. "Who are you?" he asks. Val slowly turns to him, absolutely offended. "Who am I?" She points dramatically at her own chest. "Who am I? I'm the woman who spent six hours holding her hair back after Sebastian shattered her. I'm the woman who sat through twelve separate mental breakdowns. And I'm the woman who will absolutely hit you with a chair if you don't step away from my best friend right now."

"There's a family we've known for years. Your father believes their daughter might be someone you'd actually get along with." I laughed. It was the first genuine laugh I'd had all evening. "Mother, unless she's allergic to money and has a personal hatred for luxury, I doubt it." "Her name is Neveah." My smile disappeared. For a moment, I said nothing. Then I remembered her. Of course I remembered her. Neveah. The only woman in existence who could turn a perfectly civilized conversation into a competition within five minutes. The girl who had beaten me in an academic competition in high school and spent the entire celebration reminding me about it.

Tadhg Walter couldn't hold it anymore, began to fight back, her body flashed, her other hand reached Fidelia Sarah's face, and with the shrill sound, she flew diagonally out. "You, little variety, you dare to hit me?" Body fell to the ground, face hot, Fidelia Sarah was full of surprise, seemingly unbelievable. In the magic monastery, who doesn't know that she is currently the woman Wei Chan, that person is in the forty-fifth row, an ordinary person who dares to offend? What's more, Wei Chan is a terrorist, and the institute is also in a high position, even if his cultivation is superior to him, he does not dare to go rude.