Novel & Cerita Sonic Nemesis

Neither of us speaks. We just look at each other. And for a moment… everything else disappears. He leans in slightly. His gaze drops to my lips and as he licks his. Slow. Intentional. My heart stutters. Then reality snaps back in. I clear my throat, stepping back just slightly. His hand drops immediately. “Sorry,” he says quietly. “I should go.” “Yeah,” I managed. “You should.” A beat. “Goodnight, Sydney.” “Goodnight.”

XVIII–The white wolf ALISTAIR NYX: Alistair Nyx had been peacefully puking his guts outside (fine, maybe he did kind of deserve it, maybe this is the spirit of Nemesis kicking him in the ass right now because getting drunk right off the bat just to delay the inevitable interrogation session from his twin brother was a remarkably bad idea) when he felt rather than heard someone seeming to approach him, their footsteps were near to non-existent… if it weren’t for the hair on the back of his neck seeming to stand up straight in attention at the presence.

he whispered to her mother, but only the sound of the machines around his mother answered him. "Are you the one who called me yesterday, mom? I'm sorry for talking to you like that, I don't know, I didn't know that it was you, you used a different contact number. I'm so sorry." He cried. Jared is too scared to lose her mom. He already lost his father at a young age, and he can no longer bear it if he loses her mother too. He cried until he fell asleep beside her mother.

“Go back to your room and study.” She murmurs before turning her back to me. I went into my room again and took my notebook out of the bag. I raised my eyebrows when I heard Relyon’s voice outside the house. He’s Uncle Leo’s son. Uncle Leo is also my Mom’s brother. Relyon is only 11 years old. What is he playing? It’s still bright outside... Wait, why does he seem to shout? Because of curiosity, I looked out the window, and I saw him looking up at the tree and shouting.

If I did, he would never let go. Sadists were like that. And Leon was the biggest sadist I knew. ========= Marcus’ POV. “Who went to his office?” “Leon Ralis.” “Who the fuck is Leon Ralis?” “Son of Sir Sinclair, the billionaire whose fortune is steeped in the art world, leading philanthropist and donor for tech development.” I stared at Shaw, my consigliere. He held my gaze. I knew the name, Sinclair. But I couldn’t understand why his supposed son, who didn’t bear the family name, was visiting Jayden, when the other son, the younger one, who did, was already working with Jay, on whatever contract they had signed.

Emerson's POV "Anyway." I leaned back in the chair, steering us away from the subject of Brooklyn entirely. "Did you see that match last night? The one Marquez was talking about?" "The City game?" Jordan's face lit up immediately, exactly as I'd hoped. "Bro, that second half was insane. I still don't understand how they let that equalizer through." "Defense fell apart completely." "Completely." He grabbed his controller again, gesturing at the screen. "Speaking of which — you in for a rematch? I've been waiting all week to wipe the floor with you again."

"But just remember, I'll never forget this. I'll make you pay for this, Hermione Windsor." She didn't respond. She kept walking, disappearing into the rain. He watched her go, then let out a bitter laugh. He had been a fool. His phone rang. His mother told him his father was feeling much better. That was the first time Rhys truly felt his own weakness. He was a nobody. He had nothing. It was also the day he swore to prove Robert Windsor wrong. For what he had done to his family, Rhys would take the two things he loved most: his daughter and his precious empire. The two things Robert said he was unworthy of would one day be his.

I roll my shoulders, trying to shake off the tension still coiled in my body after what just happened with Nora. My phone rings on the dresser. I pause. The number is unknown. A cold feeling settles in my gut as I pick it up and answer. "Yes?" For a second, there's only silence on the other end. Then a low voice speaks. "I'm disappointed in you, Marcellus." My spine straightens. I don't recognize the voice, but something about it feels disturbingly familiar. "You were perfectly forged to become a sharp blade," the man continues, almost gently. "Precise. Ruthless. Unfeeling. And yet... you faltered. All because of your cock."

Sebastian Neveah's company had always irritated me. Not because there was anything wrong with Sterling Holdings. Quite the opposite. It was an impressive company, efficiently run, aggressively profitable, and annoyingly successful. My problem was that Neveah had somehow managed to build a business empire that reflected her personality perfectly. Everything was polished, controlled, expensive, and arranged with such precise attention to detail that even the plants in the reception area looked as though they had been instructed not to disappoint anyone.

She looks totally frustrated now as she barks under her breath, "Ares is resting, Zach. You need to stop fighting and let him!" "Stay away..." I plead breathlessly. A deep frown disturbs her face. Her lips tremble. Why does she insist on touching me? Nemesis: 'Because the evil potion requires it!' The voice fills my head as my body grows weaker. I can feel the fight leaving me. I don't know what will take over if I release control. The beast or this strange questionable feeling. My groin is tightening. My dıčk stirs, demanding attention. Nemesis calls it evil potion. How's it possible? Madison wouldn't dare...