Nemesis Chan Novels & Stories

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 had erased that name from my life, and yet, he had the guts to add his useless surname to mine. He was playing mind games. Trying to remind me of the past. Trying to make me feel small. I refused to let him. “You said something about me having memory loss,” I said, staring right into his eyes. “But it seems you’ve forgotten something. Let me refresh your memory—I am no longer married to you, Jason Whitman. So if you must address me, call me Andrea Sinclair.” Jason’s smirk froze. His eyes widened for the briefest moment before his expression darkened.

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.

“Hello. I’m Jade, and I look forward to learning with you.” Scattered applause rings in the room and after it dies down, the woman steps forward. “Thank you for joining us, Jade. My name is Penelope Winters. I'm the chief instructor of the academy, and these are your fellow students,” she sweeps her arm around the army standing there. I tilt my head forward in a small bow. “Thank you for having me.” “Please join the table. We were about to begin our knife skills assessment.” She smiles and gestures at the table. “Would you like to go first?”

So, I looked up her address and set out to find her. Chantelle POV I sat at the counter, my thoughts racing. I couldn't believe that I had rejected Delcan. I knew I should have said yes when he asked me out, but my fear got the best of me. I kept replaying the moment over and over in my head. His face was burned into my memory, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. No man had ever made me feel this way. Was I making a mistake by turning him down? I shouldn't let my fear get the best part of me.The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had made a mistake. I should have given Delcan a chance. But what if my fears were right? What if he was just like Uncle who has used and abused me?

One looks so handsome like a Greek god and the other looks ok but not as handsome as the other guy. Wait a second, that other guy looks so familiar, she turned and saw Mira sitting and shifting uncontrollably on the chair. Ah yes she got it, of course it's Eric the workaholic, who wouldn't know him, his face is always everywhere in the media, newspapers, billboards and all of that. She sat at the farther chair in the room away from them operating her phone not acknowledging the visitors at all. * * *

The moment Noah saw Damion, his eyes widened in shock. Over the last few years, he had always seen Damion as his arch-nemesis, competing with him in everything. Now, seeing Damion’s arms around me, he asked coyly, “Damion, how has Anya been servicing you over the last few days?” Damion smiled suggestively. “It’s been wonderful. She has done a good job.” Noah suddenly glared at me when he heard that.

"Oh dear, we've seen this phase in grieving. We also went through it. This phase is what you call denial. I think you should focus more on helping your mother raise the money instead of looking for an imaginary murderer." "It's not imaginary. I need you guys to believe me." Kenzie's voice was the loudest now, filled with desperation, she placed her hand on the table and clenched her fists. Her eyes were pleading with them but Mr Ziegler pretended not to notice while Mrs Ziegler wasn't even looking. "And why?" Mrs Ziegler asked calmly. "Because I want your help. I need your connections, power, and money to find the killer as soon as possible. If you'll help me, I'll be eternally grateful." Sh

American Nurses Credentialing Center: Certification Revoked International Council of Nurses: Membership Terminated Barclays Private Banking: Account Frozen – Pending Investigation UBS Wealth Management: Assets Frozen – Suspicious Activity Alert Credit Suisse: All Accounts Restricted I swipe them away. They keep coming. My laptop screen is open to the live feed from the press conference. Hayden's face fills the frame. So handsome. And yet, so tired. "...Rachel Gregory. My family's nanny. For years she drugged me, assaulted me, manipulated me..." I feel the words like individual needles under my skin. He doesn't shout or cry. He just tells the truth and lets the room absorb it. The chat beside