Black Mirror Jerome Flynn Novels & Stories

Jeremiah had returned to the villa in the afternoon to fetch some things for Lemon and had returned to the hospital. Rory waited less than ten minutes in the parking lot before Jeremiah arrived. Jeremiah got into Rory's car while the driver remained outside. "What do you want to ask me?" Rory inquired. Jeremiah looked at Rory with a severe expression. "Is it true that only Blair can cure the poison in Little Lemon's body?" Rory nodded. "I mentioned this in the ward earlier. We need the male base to detoxify the Necro poison in Little Lemon."

"I'm not in the mood for a useless conversation, Luna. If this is not important, let's talk some other day." Jerome turned around to exit his office with his head down. Afraid that he wouldn't look at me anymore, I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I thought that he would escape from my warm embrace, but he stayed and even held my hands. "I chose the right path, didn't I? It wasn't my fault that Jazpher opted to do those immoral deeds to Yuki, right? I wasn't the one to be blamed, right?" Jerome consecutively asked, and I felt a change in the way he breathed in and out; he's crying.

i said between my teeth and jerom looked at me, "as though you are any different" he hissed and i shook my head in surprise. the next scenes centered on jerome being obsessed with making his bed and screaming at anyone who dared sat on his bed or even touch it. And the whole thing made me wonder since he was human how did he then become a vampire, and of course the mirror led me, i saw him and ruby together in his room, the consistent making of bed did pay off at last i thought but he wasn't comfortable with me watching them he made to pull our hands out of the mirror but i wasn't ready to let go, he was trying no ti be too forceful but i wanted to know more, it seemed he was going to win a

I watched each brutal slam of Dominic’s head, staring with cold, unfeeling eyes. Flynn’s eyes flashed wolf yellow as he pulled harder, his muscles straining, but his strength was no match for the angry strength of Jeremiah. “Stop. He is your son’s biological father. Think about the kids. What—” Flynn’s words were pointless because Jeremiah didn’t listen. He kept going until Dominic’s body went completely limp beneath him, his head lolling at a deadly angle and blood still leaking from his crushed face and skull. Only then did Jeremiah stop. His eyes slowly faded back to golden as he released the body.