David Jeremiah Free Books Novels & Stories

<<50>> * Freedom is near. * **** * Happy 50 chapters, guys! * Jeremiah 39vs17-18 Says, " But I will rescue you from those you fear so much. Because you trusted me, I will give you your life as a reward. I will rescue you and keep you safe. I, the lord, have spoken!’” ------ Mia. ------ I was reading through the book of Psalms as I prayed that night... Psalms has always been my most favorite chapter in the Bible as it contained a lot of comforting words...

She’s got her own fire; what if she digs too deep, finds me out? I think of Serena’s note, tucked in a lockbox under the floorboards—her words, her plea. “Jer made me do this.” I ’d long cracked it—Jeremiah, not Jeremy; the auction was Jeremy’s sin, but the abuse was Jeremiah’s crime. I’ve got nothing solid on Jeremy yet—just whispers of his deals, his Mafia ties—but Jeremiah? I’ve seen his moves, his late-night exits, the girls who flinch when he’s near. I could tell Jeremy now, end it; but then what?

As we head back to my car, the air is lighter than before, but I'm not still nowhere convinced that things will change. Jeremiah is still buzzing with excitement as we drive away from the DMV. "Proud of you, little bro. This is the first step toward freedom." He grins. "Thanks, Trey. I know it was awkward with Dad, but maybe things can get better. Thank you for giving him a chance, I know it's only because I asked."

They rushed straight to the Moore residence after landing, so they didn't have time to ask around about anything else. "Yes, Jeremiah was born infertile, but that doesn't mean there was no hope. He's spent years seeing top specialists around the world. And now, he and Audrey finally have a child. You've destroyed everything," David said bitterly, his voice heavy with grief. The moment he thought of Jeremiah's ruthless methods, Ethan collapsed to the ground as if his skeleton had been ripped out. Just then, a group of bodyguards with cold, expressionless faces strode in from outside.

Chapter 23: The Truth about Him Faith’s P.O.V “Here you go,” David pointed out to the isle that had all the books related to disaster management. “Try the books written by Heather Shaw and Kane Westwick, so far they are the most helpful ones you’ll find on the subject.” “Thank you so much, David,” I told him gratefully. “I’d be totally lost if you didn’t help me out here. This place is massive!”

“I actually just ate dinner and…” The words died in my throat. Jeremiah walked out of one of the back bedrooms. My heart did a sudden, violent roll in my chest. He wasn't in his usual sharp suit. Instead, he was wearing a deep, maroon robe tied at the waist. A pair of reading glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, and he was holding a thick, black book. His dark hair was a mess, falling over his forehead in a way that made him look approachable and dangerously attractive at the same time. My mind went completely blank. What were Arthur and Jeremiah doing together in their pajamas?