Nemesis Sudou Novels & Stories

She told him if he wanted to be taken seriously, he had to get himself a Luna even though he didn't find his mate. "Your end goal is to become Alpha king right? Then how can you be without a Luna? You won't be taken seriously and all your hard work in making the agency and securing it will all be for nothing." She whined. "You need to take someone as your Luna, how about Stella, your best friend? You trust her so why not make her Luna?" She suggested but Killian immediately refused. His refusal wasn't the end of it all. This was a natural occurrence every time someone else got married and he was used to it but today he wanted peace. He knew he wouldn't be getting it and out and needed to fin

Brea said, though she laughed as she lifted her own sign. "I can't help it," I said, my chest tight with excitement. "I need them to win this game so badly." "I know, I know, he's your fiancé," Brea muttered, rolling her eyes in a playful way. "Of course you want him to win." She gestured toward the ice with her sign. "But look at Devon. That man looks like a statue carved by a master artist. The genetics on him are just not fair." I gave her a playful look of mock disgust before turning my attention right back to Dominic. He glided across the ice, moving the puck with total control and speed. For three years, if anyone asked me who the most handsome man alive was, my answer would always be

Damn right he should! He needs a new plan for their trip to South Africa. A new plan of seducing Janice Jordan into giving out very important information that points to the location of documents. But he doubts that Mr Jorodan would share such classified information with his daughter. There's every possibility that Janice Jordan wouldn't know a thing about the hidden documents and probably most things about his business. Since, from his observations, she does not have any interest in running the family's business but is rather fully focused on her fashion business.

How would I get through that without losing all the facade and composure I'd been putting on? Seeing him almost everyday during the stay while hiding his baby from him…there’s no way I'd be able to handle that. I squeezed my eyes shut and deadpanned myself. Why didn't I see this coming? Of course we might need to go to Santorini. His new resort is there. How could I have missed such a little but fucking important detail? I should’ve expected this. Prepared for this. I knew Bradford would never pass up on such a chance. And he didn’t even give me a heads up while signing the contracts.

I still have to be discreet. Marcus believes he buried his wife. He never imagined he was nurturing his enemy in absence.

Am I fucked or yes? We stand there trying to see who would break eye contact first, until Soren’s voice shatters the moment. “Jade, where is my son?”

Reading the board and taking the piece that holds the position. "In one hour," Celeste said quietly. "Awake for one hour, and it found the load-bearing person in a structure that did not exist when it was built. That is not a recording playing back, Daniel. That is judgment. Current judgment. Your partner did not build a scheduled weapon. He built something that watches now." The car was silent with the size of it. "Then the seventy-two hours was never a countdown to action," Adrian said. He was staring at the wrapped key in my lap. "It is already acting. Seventy-two hours is the countdown to something else.

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Antonio’s world narrowed to the wet heat spreading across his chest. He looked down at Nevena’s face, hand pressing to her arm, but blood seeped between his fingers. He shoved her behind the nearest bridge support—rusted I-beam. Then he spun, drawing his concealed Glock in the same motion.

“As werewolves, the moon goddess has created us with a beastly nature for our survival. Our wolf is a signature. The frequencies we leave behind once we are long gone and forgotten. Pieces of evidence that we walked the earth and toiled the ground. With this nature will have the right to be rampant. which is our pride. But you are becoming the exception. And the frequencies you create are weaker than those of a human. Do you have anything to say for yourself?’’ Elena feels the need to look at her father. Yet any attempt she makes at raising her head is met with an invisible force that commands her to stay down. “Killing a human is no way of showing strength.’’ There it was again, his fingers