Nemesis Chan Novels & Stories

So much that I had to ask Reina to move our hypnosis session closer. "Won't you give me an answer? Who is she?" Arya demanded. Her eyes were burning, shimmering with unshed tears. Again, I was struck with awe by how much she resembled Anessa. The officers pulled me to my feet. I didn't attempt to pull away from them this time. "Anessa was my first mate," I said to Arya, and she frowned deeply. "Does this mean I'm her reincarnation?" I stared at her for a moment, my mind wavering. Could she really be Anessa? How was that even possible?

She directed her gaze at me. The room fell silent, and I felt the weight of their stares. Rising from my seat, I scanned their faces, maintaining a composed smile as I announced, "I am Felicity Maxwell, the future Luna of the Crimson Pack, and I look forward to your support." Applause followed my introduction, and as I returned to my seat, I reminded myself to remain unshaken. As the Luna had advised, brevity is key in the Maxwell family. I chose not to eat, citing a lack of appetite when questioned, which effectively halted their inquiries. Occasionally, I noticed Luna Lagartha watching me, but I continued to disregard her gaze.

I stated. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T JAXY?" "Jaxy?" questioned Nemesis who stood by the staircase evidently eavesdropping on our whole conversation. She was wearing a red top with grey shorts. Fucking hell, she's going to put me in a mood again. "You must be Nemesis." said Felix getting up from his seat to shake her hand. "Felix Torres." "I'm Reina not Nemesis but your ugly friend over there is actually called Narcissus for the record anyways." she stated wearing a grin.

“You didn't even ask why I wasn't able to." Rhys remained silent. Seeing that he wouldn't answer, she continued, "It was because of your wife. I just wanted to tell you that you don't know the woman you married. Hermione is vile and heartless. She paid off reporters and revealed vile accusations against me with deepfake pictures as evidence. You should be scared of her. She's not the angel she pretends to be. She's done this several times before. Do you know Sarah Granger? She's in a detention center abroad because of your wife. She's ruined a lot of lives. I'm just a struggling model. How could she have done this to me?" She cried.

Rose Watson spent years surviving two things: poverty… and David Robinson. Soccer prodigy. Male model. Arrogant jerk. He made fun of her weight and her poverty. She made sure he regretted opening his mouth. They fight. They insult each other. They can't stand being in the same room. Until one engagement changes everything. Forced to work side by side, Rose discovers that her worst enemy is hiding secrets she never expected—and David realizes the "fat girl" he mocked all his life is the only woman he can't walk away from. But when hatred turns into desire, and old wounds refuse to heal. Who will surrender first? Her biggest bully. His greatest nemesis. One lov

Alpha Nolan was completely power drunk and wasn't hiding it anymore. "You should rest now. Not until when others see you as a threat and gang up against you" she warned. "No one can stop me. I'm unstoppable" he boasted. "Alpha Nemesis is watching, you should know that" she coughed. Alpha Nolan laughed loudly for some moment. "Don't you people know that Alpha Nemesis and me are the same? We have the same goals, but he get the support while everyone including my own daughter is against me" he laughed again.

I remained quiet, watching as his body vibrated with anger. “Then one day, I wake up, and guess what?” He let out another humorless chuckle. “Jason Whitman, the prodigy, the genius, suddenly has a groundbreaking new program. And it just so happens to be my damn project, wrapped up with his name on it.” My lips parted slightly. “He stole it?”

She hated me, we stopped pretending about that when she humiliated me at a party two years ago, right in front of Alex, my nemesis. The image of the day was still vivid inside my head. The way I trembled under the spotlight, the heavy sound of mockery that almost tore me apart, and my nemesis, staring right at me like that was my end. “You didn't inform me before coming,” Janelle said, getting up to her feet. Her blue gown swept the floor. She looked almost elegant. “Sorry ma'am…” “To hell with your sorry.” She didn't let me speak. She always does that.

I asked calmly. Lady Nerida lowered her head, her shoulders trembling faintly. Sir Malik quickly patted her back, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes as he pressed his lips together. Lady Nerida finally raised her head, showing her bloodshot eyes, “S…she's my daughter.” I knew it. “And?” “She should be just seven or close to eight years old now, and she has a birthmark on her shoulder, similar to mine.” While saying this, she did not hesitate to show the mark on her right shoulder for us to see.

I'm blown to pieces. And where the hell is Knight in all this ruckus? He must have known that we’re stepsiblings. Or did he not? Could it be he was not curious about me as I was not about him? I grab a bottle of champagne as we leave, hiding my face behind my unruly red hair. A degree holder with zero ambition. The girl without the courage to stand up for herself. The dull heiress of The Morningstar Group who might just run the generational empire into the ground.