Rivals Nemesis Novelas e Histórias

' 'Do you know the black hunter? 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' 'Did your stalkerish obsession get a bit too high to control you needed to kidnap me?' She's obnoxious more than I thought. 'I do not have an obsession with you.' I stated coldly. 'Then why the questions?' 'I want my answers.' 'Curiosity killed the cat.' she snapped back at me. 'A cat has nine live, Nemesis.' 'That's my name now?' Nemesis. That was the perfect name for her. She was the enemy not any sort of ally in any way.

If any of these assholes had an inkling of what I'd felt and thought last night, they'd turn against me so fast. I refused to let whatever the fuck this weird, twisted fixation I was starting to have on Beaumont burn it all to the ground. I just needed to shove all those weird feelings down where the sun doesn't shine and remind myself of the facts. It didn't matter that he was wearing a Winter Wolves Jersey now, Beaumont was still my enemy. My rival. If I wanted to make it to a good hockey college and get out of this shitty town with my mom and sister safe, I had to remember that.

The only reason I came here, was to get some partners to invest in my new business idea, which was Robotics Technology, And also I heard that Frank Don will be here, the CEO of Don Robotics Technology company. I was here to see if I could convince him to partner with my company because if he does, it a great deal, Don Robotics Technology Company is the largest and best, artificial intelligence technology company in the world. I stood by the balcony thinking of how to convince him, when my secretary, Mara, walked in. “Sir, Miss Diana is looking for you.” She said, which spoiled my mood. I have been trying to get rid of her for the past five years, but she kept on pestering 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.

I couldn't ignore a smiling woman, so I replied, “She's just so-so.” “You don't have to be humble; I admire your skills to be able to train these women.” She said again with that same smile that made it unclear what she was thinking. “Thank you.” I finally said. The competition continued without any suspense, but the number of dark horses increased, and I also found some opponents that could threaten Violet and the others, who were the strongest amongst all my students. “The next match is Elijah and Finn.” Finn was a slender man with tattoos all over his body, making him look eerie from a distance. Elijah was also lean, but he seemed cold.

Although Fabian had said that I was his mate and everything around us and inside of me pointed towards it, it felt nothing like what I had always imagined a sacred bond bestowed by the Goddess would feel like. So, when Zolani asked if I was really Fabian's mate, I didn't know what to tell her. We had to be the most mismatched pick to ever exist. My mom had murdered his wife and child. He hated me. He was an Alpha while I was an Omega, cursed to always be a bottom feeder. He had everything, whereas I owned nothing.

"You think I don't lie awake some nights doing the math on how much of what I have exists because my father was willing to destroy people who trusted him? I know exactly what I inherited, Sienna. I inherited a company built partly on wreckage, and I don't get the luxury of walking away from it, because four hundred people work for Cross Holdings who had nothing to do with what my father did to your father, and their jobs depend on me actually running this company instead of burning it down out of guilt." The room went quiet. Sienna looked at the folder on the table between them, at the years of anger she'd been carrying that had finally found a target only to discover the target wasn't quite

“Stop being so ridiculous. This could damage our reputations and start up a rumor we really do not want flying around.” He scoffs. “You think they're not talking already? Some are calling us rivals, you know.” His eyes take on a mischievous glint. “Only if they know.” Know what? I’m curious, but asking him would be entertaining this further. And what is this rumour he's talking about? I would have to doomscroll social media later in hopes of finding something. “I think we should take advantage of the rumours.” I scoot further away, eyeing him warily. “How so?”

"What matters is what he believes he is owed and what he is willing to do to collect it." "And what is he willing to do." Marcus was quiet for a moment. The kind of quiet that means the answer is not a comfortable one and he is deciding how to give it to me without being dishonest. "Eduardo Caruso," he said finally, "is a man who inherited his father's connections and none of his father's patience. Donatello was ruthless but methodical. Eduardo is ruthless and impulsive, which is a considerably more dangerous combination." He looked at me steadily. "He will not move openly. Not against me directly, not yet, the exposure would cost him more than it would gain. But he will look for pressure po

Valmont had already erased Camille Hale, but that was fine. Because when I return to Valmont, I will not return as the scandalous ex wife. I will return as his nemesis.