Nemesis Chan の小説・ストーリー

I asked, even though something in me already knew the answer. The woman’s smile turned sad and she took another step closer. “My name is Yara. I was High Priestess of the Moon Temple before I gave birth to you nineteen years ago.” I wanted to back away or demand proof or call her a liar, but I couldn’t do any of those things because I was staring at her face and seeing pieces of myself reflected back. We had the same nose and the same shape to our eyes, the same way our hair fell in waves when it got long enough, and there was no denying the connection even if I wanted to.

I whisper, fighting a ridiculous smile. She doesn't miss a beat. "Then blink once if you've developed Stockholm Syndrome." Marcellus watches the entire exchange with a completely expressionless face. "Who are you?" he asks. Val slowly turns to him, absolutely offended. "Who am I?" She points dramatically at her own chest. "Who am I? I'm the woman who spent six hours holding her hair back after Sebastian shattered her. I'm the woman who sat through twelve separate mental breakdowns. And I'm the woman who will absolutely hit you with a chair if you don't step away from my best friend right now."

Add her baby-like Asian features—thanks to her dad being Chinese—and her guilt face was almost impossible to ignore. “Fine. Which folder?” “The navy blue one.” Shaking my head, I muttered, “No wonder you grabbed the wrong one. There are four navy blue folders, Kim Chan.” “Just open the first page!” she urged. Switching my phone to speaker, I put it down on the shelf. “‘Joint Project with Mr. Matthew Cumberbatch’?” I read aloud from the first folder. “Nope.” I grabbed the next one. “Name: Kimberly Zhao Chan. Place of—”

LILLIANA Everyone on this face of the earth is born with a purpose—some greater aim or ambition, or what some people liked to say—a dream. I, Lilliana Moretti, was bred for revenge. A vengeance that ran so deep in my veins that it became my identity now. I lived, breathed, and existed for retribution. The downfall of the Romanos.

I finish up and step out to wash my hands. That’s when I noticed it. A shadow in the corner. I assume it’s someone waiting to use the restroom. Then suddenly— A long, red, manicured nail reaches out and turns off the tap I’m using. I freeze. Slowly, I look up. Bianca. She stands over me, towering, a slow smirk playing on her lips. I take a step back. She steps forward. “Oh… isn’t this our bride-to-be?” she says mockingly.

"They managed to find Chinese and Turkish people to send to us. As if we wouldn't know it was them, cretini. They are sending them our way. Of course, I'll mention how to handle them easily. But with my sister-in-law being in here it is going to end up badly and we are going to have problems." "Don't worry, I'll handle it, fratello." Andrea smiled warmly at his eldest brother. "Yeah Brian told me he has already sent men after them and he's been seeing an assassin." he continued with a bored tone. "Assassin?" Ares asked, confused. "Yes, he took your advice. He said that you were right, only by taking them by surprise will you be able to kill him in person." he nodded at his brother, who was n

Chris answers, his back straight. “The Luna is a sweet and kind soul, and we were drawn to her from the moment she left the packhouse without protection. Well, I was, and Chris being my mate, was as well because of me.” Naima says, smiling. “I’m an empath Alpha, but not in the traditional sense of the word. You can call me an elemental witch with empathic powers, which is more accurate. But I’m a hybrid between an airspirit and a demon, creating an elemental child, and in my case one with unmatched weather and air powers, which is tightly tied to my emotions and the ones I feel around me. I have soul magic, which is the empathic side.”

All he had on his mind is to save the woman he loves. Hana is no longer cares who or what is happening to her. All she wants is to kill all those CanFes and take revenge to everyone who hurt and killed those helpless people. It is her emotion who drove her out to become something they could never imagine, a monster. She then notices Chen's presence towards her, so she aggressively grabs Chen's shirt and act to stab him using a sword made out of water element, but before she could stab Chen, Prince Keiynan hit Hana’s neck using his sword that made her fainted.

“You are that stupid.’’ his fingers leave her chin and he clenches them with annoyance and irritation. Elena could see his disgust. Yet again, she had managed to be a disappointment to another man in her life. was she not better off dead? Maybe if he fulfilled what he had truly come here to do, then she could feel the peace of finally leaving this world. What was she to do? Now that her heart was filled with so much hatred and resentment towards herself. “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