Novel & Cerita Night Angel Nemesis

His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them. Mouth gasped for oxygen. His brain fired a flare. Sanity coming back. “Stop.” And to his shock—the bastard did. The air stilled. Heavy. Wet. Flammable. Then— “J-just… don't leave any marks on my neck please,” Angel begged, voice was hoarse. ‘Nope. Sanity has not returned yet, you idiot,’ he scolded himself. Another beat passed. “Really?” the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief.

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

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.

More like stabbing it with Anthrax. Hmmm... Anthrax would be genuinely pleased to unleash pain and misery on her. What she desires more than ever now is to use Janice Jordan through her ritual process of pain and misery and watch the horror and fear on her face as she ripped off her fingers one by one. Her face morphed into a devilish delight as she played with the images of her fantasies in her head. Janice arched her eyebrow. What is that psycho thinking now? Amber Harvard... A lonely lost girl who is a victim of a family breakdown. A mentally deranged mother and a power-drunk father.

Hering was a hybrid vampire who looked like a great warrior, he was one of the agents who, hours ago, killed all the terrorists. About that. Sometime later. Delphos Mansion. Nemesis Delphos in this reality the counterpart that was assumed in reality when he travelled through the dimensions, would be awakened, so that he would organize a great celebration, the city of Lovecraft County would make 600 years of foundation.

I hissed to no one in particular. “We don’t just waltz in there idiot” Liam replied, “we use Todd’s explosives as well as the others and draw them out.” “And then?” I drawled, lengthening then unnecessarily. “The target is the angel, if the angel dies then the Nephilim will lose strength as their bloodline and source of power is gone.” Todd intoned, this was what was commonly thought to happen, but it had yet to be proven. “Great, so kill the strongest and then kill the weakened ones?” Cassi, standing on the other side of Liam, asked. Todd nodded.

Namhaid looked up at me, and I could see the red swirling in his eyes. Before I could react, he was practically on top of me. NEMI!” I heard Talia scream, before everything went black. When I woke up, I couldn’t see anything. Everything was pitch black. It was so dark, that I wasn’t sure that I had my eyes open at all. ‘Where am I?’ I thought to myself. Thinking back on what happened, I frowned. The last thing I remember, is seeing Namhaid lunging at me. “HELP!” I tried to yell. I frowned once again, when my voice was non-existent. I felt sharp cold jolts of energy shoot up my spine, and my sides. I shivered at his touch. “Nemesis, you have been a very bad girl. You’ve been hiding things fro

Nemesis's Point Of View. I woke up with a jolt, my heart racing and sweat coating my brow. It took me a moment to realize that I had been dreaming—or rather, reliving a haunting memory. It was a memory of me, Nemesis, the one who was supposed to protect and love him, brutally murdering Xavier's first chance mate and their unborn child. I was the one responsible for the brutal death of Xavier's first chance mate and their innocent child. Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to consume my very soul.

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

She began programming the second iteration of Icarus something she called [Nemesis Protocol]. If Icarus was the wings to fly, then Nemesis was the sword to strike. The real war had only just begun. END OF CHAPTER 25..