Tfp Nemesis Prime Novels & Stories

She dialed Sofia’s number as she sat on her bed and waited for Sofia to pick up. After the third ring, Sofia picked up. “Hello!” Her voice was calm and composed. “Hello, Sofia,” Rose replied with a sweet smile. “I found Derek’s nemesis.” She went straight to the point; she didn’t want to beat around the bush. “Wait! What? How?” Sofia threw numerous questions at her, knowing what she meant by “Derek’s nemesis.” “Calm down, baby, don’t eat me up with too many questions,” Rose chuckled excitedly.

****Mafia's Nemesis After the chaotic murder at the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, the news gained international recognition. When Stefan saw the broadcast on a Bulgarian news channel, he insisted that Nevena leave Arizona immediately. Without hesitation, he booked her another flight—this time to New Mexico. She had arrived in New Mexico the night before, and with the help of the City’s navigation map, she managed to locate her guesthouse. The sharp buzz of her phone on the nightstand jolted her awake. With a groggy hiss, she reached for it blindly, her fingers fumbling over the screen.

Tatsuya says. "Oh yes, he is. He's an Elite Prime Enigma. So he's perfect for Taiga’s Luna, don't you think?" he says, both of them removing Taiga from the conversation. He just sits there and watches them talk about his love life like he isn't there. "He's wealthy and handsome and sexy, right Taiga?" Maya says, glancing at Taiga to answer his question. "He has to be for your Luna to sleep with him twice... right?"

Xander growled, his hand tightening into a fist that glowed with the power to shatter the room. "I risked everything to ensure Haxon went to the only place where he could be truly ended," Vane replied, standing up despite the suppression field. He reached into his collar and pulled out a small, embedded chip - not Veil tech, but a crude, self-made neural anchor. "I am committed to peace, Alpha. But peace with the Remnant is a fantasy. They must be cauterized. And I have the coordinates for the surgery." The Prism Core in Evangeline’s hand hummed a pure, steady note - the frequency of truth. She looked at Xander and gave a nearly imperceptible nod. The "Judas" was a patriot of a different kin

What should I tell him it's about? "Just tell him Sicily; I think he'll understand." At least, I hope so unless the kid has been keeping him in the dark as well. "I'll let you know how it goes." "Ok!" "Found him, I think, oh shit; Nemesis is that you?" Track called out from his chair. "Where? Let me see." "Some chatroom from a private school in New Hampshire!" *** GABRIEL ***

He let out a low growl in his throat as if I wasn't even hitting him at all. His eyes flashed coldly and I knew I was in trouble, then he suddenly let go, leaving me to frown. "Please have your seat and listen to what I have to say." He sounded different now and I had to wonder if he had double personalities or something. "The thing is this," he began, maintaining eye contact with me which I struggled to maintain. "I just got a call that my father is dead. He owns a consortium and before his death, he had already told me and my siblings that the consortium would go to the eldest son. So, naturally it would go to me."

I droned, and his mouth curled into a smirk. "I guess you're pretty smart. But not smart enough, though. My name is Theron Vale. I am the founder of the Obsidian Order," he said, and I narrowed my eyes at him. My mother's death had to be related to this two-faced bastard. "How about the alpha king?" I asked, and he rose to his feet, shrugging off his black jacket. My breath caught in my throat when I saw the severe burning scars running through the length of his arms.

TRISTAN Three weeks had passed since that shitshow of a game and I owed it to myself to be even more prepared this time. That was why I had clips of Hunter Beaumont queued up on my phone—every last game from last season where that fucker had dominated the ice. I watched him glide through defenders like they were simply traffic cones, his effortlessness when he set up plays. The loops through his highlights made my jaw fucking ache from being clenched so tightly. Fucking asshole.

The moment we stepped outside, the air felt colder. My phone buzzed as soon as I got into his car. A text from Ava. I stared at the screen for a second before unlocking it. A Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 okayyyy Mr Billionaire. I almost laughed. Lol. Quit texting me before Evelyn calls you out. Her reply came almost instantly. I’m going home in style haha. By the way… what was that look between you and Mr Fake husband? Is he even fake anymore? I chucked on seeing this.

“And if I have to repeat it again, you’d be waking up tomorrow without your little balls—so answer me in straight words. “Uh. Yeah. I think,” he grumbled, and when I glared, he added, “Provided if you install a chip into their main server, then I can remotely control everything, even from the moon.” I slapped the back of his head. "Ow!” “What about the blueprint layout?” I asked, snatching the laptop from him. “Aurora would be inside the building, and we would need a full-proof extraction plan for that.” “The basement.” He grinned like a Cheshire cat, only so much hideous. “Do you know why the place is so secluded?”