Nemesis-lacroix Novels & Stories

I'd feel bad for making her feel that way when she only said that out of concern but I'd rather she felt that for once. She had to learn not to always blurt out words or say whatever she was thinking. I've always been the one to suffer the consequences more. But not this time. And from across the table, Bradford wouldn’t stop stealing glances at me. Not sure if it was because he didn't quite believe my explanation or…it was something else. Either way, I just want this dinner to be over as soon as possible. NICHOLAS’S POV It's been an hour past my closing time, but I still sat in my chair, staring at my phone screen as my thumb hovered over a certain contact again.

I can't let that happen even in a million years from now. I swallowed as I carefully recollected myself so these wolves who call themselves investors don't see through my miseries “So why exactly were these petitions raised?” I opened one of the letters in front of me and my lips curved up. The failure of his handwriting made me realize who exactly wrote the letter; Clinton! It read as; “ To: Lynxium Board of Directors From: Clinton Shapiro, Shareholder Subject: Petition for Removal of CEO, Cassandra Hudson Dear esteemed members of the Board of Directors,

“Aww… If it isn’t the blushing bride... Come on, why don’t you? It’s open house!” Christophe was rigid, his dark, strong face utterly impassive. “Go back downstairs, Lara.” “She’s not that sensitive,” Meghan said and laughed again. “I know all about her, Chris. I found the file in Demis’s desk. Her mother was a nymphomaniac and her daddy’s a thief. You weren’t too choosy, were you?” “Shut up!” Christophe gritted furiously as every scrap of color drained from Lara’s shattered face.

"Lady Lacroix told me I couldn't trust Marcus. And after what I saw today, I think this is just a dispute between them over Lestat choosing Hope and her choosing to stay with Marcus. Even though she carries Lestat's temporary mark I don't feel close to him anymore." "That's a good analysis of the situation. Besides, Angelis is a hunter, and it's normal for any race other than humans to feel threatened with him around. He knows how to kill all supernatural beings. He's an Original, the last Original hunter alive, it's instinct to feel threatened by him, just like we feel threatened by someone more powerful than us." Dylan and I can no longer afford to be jealous or petty, not about this. We'r

“Sounds a good plan. But, Viller alone is a strong foe. And before we could get near him, we will have to face his goons.” “That isn't a threat, Lily. I got Alpha Grego to help us...and Nyx too.” The mentioning of the latter painted agony on Lachlan's face. Nyx had agreed to help them for any information he would need. She said to Lachlan that the aid she is giving him is for her to avenge herself. Lachlan knew it, but he is hoping this could bring them closer to each other too. Lily noticed the sentiments on Lachlan visage. “She will find her way to you. In her own time and pace, Alpha.” Lily rested her hands on his.

"But not your family. I have never wanted to hurt anyone you loved, and I know how much your brothers mean to you. I never intended to hurt Leo and Xavier despite what Drago wanted." "But I loved Nico too!" I snapped, tears almost blurring him. "I loved him, Maximus! He is my husband, the father of my child! You knew that...you always knew that!" "And that's why I wanted him dead!" Maximus snapped back, glaring at me. "That's why I wanted him gone for good because you loved him. Because he had you, just like everything else that I deserved. Everything that should have been rightfully mine was his. He was raised as the Baldocchi heir, while I was left to die on the streets...beg for food, be

Humiliate him in front of all these people. The director of Taste of Tomorrow is watching. Everyone is watching. A slow, satisfied smile tugs at my lips. Marcellus starts to lean in closer. I can see the threat in his eyes. Fuck him. He's trying to control the narrative. But I am Nora Wolfe. The mad daughter of the legendary Wolf. I will not be controlled. "I do," I say, right before he can coerce or force me. His eyes go wide, confusion flashing across his face. Just then, the doors bang open and a familiar figure storms in. "I object!"

He was one of the former paladins of Lycaon who sided with Veto and betrayed the king. "Don't you think we are thinking about this too much? In fact, we are not sure at all. Winter only saw a rip piece of an old letter with just few words written on it. Tch, how credible is that?" Hamlet scoffed and crosses his arms. "Haven't he seen a piece of an old letter addressed to Lycaon's loyal dog, Priam? Isn't that enough?" Nemesis, the third of the lower grand and one of the only two mages in the kingdom said swinging his wand into the air.

These weren’t his mercenaries and obviously didn’t belong to any of the recruited cohorts. Then she saw the bright hair and spotted the slightly sideways gait of their leader’s horse. “It can’t be,” she murmured. “What’s that, my sweet?” “Nothing.” “You thought it was Ephron, did you not?” he whispered, his lips very close to her ear. She shivered. “The helmet fooled me.” “As did the prancing of his stallion. You thought no two men rode the same? Don’t let his ways deceive you, either. That is Charles de Mornay, my nemesis. His presence here now can only spell trouble.”

It was a chilling, fake show of affection that made my skin crawl. ​"Marcus is a stray dog, Amara," Antonio murmured. His voice went back to that smooth, calm tone that everyone else loved. "He snaps at the heels of the family business because he knows he'll never inherit a single cent of it. He has no purpose, so he likes to cause trouble in my life. If he comes near you, if he looks at you, if he says a single word to you again, you will turn around and walk away. Do you understand me?"