Arch Nemesis Quotes

In some ways he was my mirror, in some ways he was my opposite. My beloved brother, my arch-nemesis, how had that happened?

Competition is for losers.

Dancer," she chided, "I promise you, no mother would rather lose her child." Lifting his head, he traced the line of her jaw with his thumb while a sad smile played at the edges of his lips. "That's you speaking. You don't know my mother. I promise you, she would rather see me dead than be dishonored." "Then tell them I raped you." He arched an amused brow at that. "I could have drugged you first. I did kiss you without your consent." "And my lips thank you for that.

He was old-fashioned looking, Grace decided. Not just the suit, which made him look as though he should be taking the air in one of those fifties movies on the French Riviera, but as if he was the second male lead in one of those same films. Not matinee-idol handsome enough to get the girl, but good enough to be the best friend of the one who got the girl. Or the arch nemesis of the one who got the girl who had his comeuppance ten minutes before the credits began to roll.

Doesn’t Nemesis fly one of these?” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Are you he?” His features were impassive. “We’re really good friends.” She arched her brow at the way he said that. There seemed to be a note that told her they were closer than just friends. “Like lovers?” He handed her the helmet. “I fuck him all the time.” Again his tone was completely devoid of emotion.

He’d amassed a number of new enemies. They had names like kettle bell, dead lifts, and overhead press. He’d lost many a confrontation with his arch nemesis, squats.

Symes was by far the single most evil person she had ever met. He was a man that made her arch nemesis, Alexandra Thorne, look like a teddy bear. Every muscle in Symes’s body was driven by anger and hate. His only joy came from inflicting pain.

I smiled, weakly, and went in for the next rack. Stuntman barked. He got excited when the fridge was open. I never fed him human food, but I think Sloan had been sneaking him pieces of turkey whenever she was here. “Is that my little arch nemesis?” he asked. “That dog better not bite me again.” I pulled on the shelf. It was stuck. “Or what?” “Or he’s going to the pound.” He laughed. He was kidding. But it annoyed me just the same.

Vik got up and moved to sit more in her lap. "What are you doing, Vik?" He flicked into his bot form and draped over her leg. "I'm getting bored." "You can't get bored." "Yes, I can." He stretched out. "How much farther?" She laughed at his tone that sounded like a five-year-old. "My God, he's like having a child." Syn snorted. "Yeah. You even have to change his diaper at times." "Nah. Just my batteries." Syn arched a brow. "And your attitude." "Bitch, bitch, bitch. Now leave me alone while I nap." - Shahara, Vik, & Syn

She wasn’t a short thing but anyone was little compared to me and she fit into my side just fuckin’ right. It was gettin’ harder to believe this girl, this teenage daughter of my arch-nemesis and renowned good girl, wasn’t fuckin’ made for me

his alarming baldness, more advanced than my own; his famous resemblance to Mummy, which was fading with time. With age. In some ways he was my mirror, in some ways he was my opposite. My beloved brother, my arch nemesis, how had that happened?

My beloved brother, my arch nemesis, how had that happened?

In some ways he was my mirror, in some ways he was my opposite. My beloved brother, my arch nemesis, how had that happened?