Eren Yeager Head Novels & Stories

It's not just you who should tread lightly— even I have to be cautious around the Yeagers. The Yeagers, with their deep roots and a lineage of decorated generals, were a force to be reckoned with, deeply entwined in the fabric of power. They were not to be trifled with. "Thanks for the heads-up, Your Majesty. I'm well aware of the stakes."

“Go!” “You’re not going to give me a pay cut, right?” asked Kayson in an exploratory manner. Sadie barked, “I’m not going to!” Kayson left with a content smile. Sadie sat on the office chair and said, “Captain Yeager, please… clean up here.” “Sure, Ms. Wolfenden…” Captain Yeager suppressed the excitement in his heart because he did not expect that such an amazing person was hiding in the company! ‘Mr. Yarde is actually such an impressive fighter!’

For example, the head of the Yeagers, Jared Yeager, who was also Stevie's father, held a high position in the government, and his status was even more prestigious than that of the Swalesbury mayor. His status thus determined that the Yeagers had a strong network of contacts in the political circle. Someone like Fabian, who was only the chief of a police station division, was nothing more than a small fry in front of the Yeagers. "Hi, Chief Feeney. I believe you already know about my cousin's case, right?" Stevie was currently in the hospital, waiting for Joel to come out of the emergency ward. "Mr. Yeager, I only have a rough idea of the case right now. I'll gather more information from my s

They shook their heads and sighed. "If you ask me, Mr. Yeager's pretty pitiful too. 20 years ago, his son was switched at birth. It wasn't easy raising his adopted son, and now that son has jumped off the rooftop. Before death, he even did so many things no one could make sense of." "Mr. Yeager has two sons—one is dead, and the other is ill. Even though he finally got a heart transplant, who knows how long he'll live?" "Stop talking. You're so loud. If Mr. Yeager hears you, you'll be in serious trouble. What if he takes his anger out on you later?"

Alex said and stopped before the man. "Yes, I did. I need to show you something." Yeager said and beckoned on Alex to follow after him. Yeager took him to a place where a pile of dead bodies lay. Alex wondered why he was being shown this. "I know you're wondering why you're here staring at these dead bodies. I want to show you something." Yeager bent and pulled down the collar of one of the dead men. There was a bite mark around it and it was starting to darken. He did the same to another and that same mark was there. He did the same for three other people and Alex saw the same marks.

Since there was no further business, the meeting broke up. Back in Fing City, Old Wilson had been hearing rumors about a bigshot in England who had been asking questions concerning RBG Group. He was a Mr. Rodger Yates. He was the head of the Yates family, and the Chairman of the Yates Financial Group. This gave pause to Old Wilson, in that he wondered why this person was so interested in RBG. He made a few calls, then asked Rick, Matthew, Brandon and George to come to his house for a meeting. He had several pieces of intell to pass along to them all.

“But we need to know what’s going on. Is there a way around it?” Yager clicked away on his keyboard and I waited patiently, watching the men who stood outside my window. They were down in the yard, new faces I had never seen before. Vivian had somehow brought in new guards without saying a word about it. It had been subtle but I was noticing the changes. “I have a friend,” Yager came back on the line. “Graduated top of his class from Yale. He’s good with things like this. He should have an idea, maybe not the total picture but he was trained to do this for military.”

The Swansong Group was a big name in Grayvale, and it amazed him that they were waiting for him. Alex dared not make them wait longer, so he quickly ran over. He did not mind even when mud got on his clothes. “Are you the representatives of the Swansong Group? Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Alex said with a smile. The middle-aged man, who seemed to be in charge, looked at Alex from head to toe. He frowned and asked, “Who are you?” They had been waiting for someone else, not Alex. “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Alex Yeager, the most successful member of the third-generation descendants of the Yeager family. I’m in charge of the Mayhill project, and I’m here to sign the contract with

Derek said, trying not to laugh at Lewis' reaction. “Fall off?” Derek handed him a headset. “Put this on.” “Are you sure this is safe?” Lewis asked. “Trust me,” Derek said with a low voice. Lewis opened his eyes but his body was still tense. The engine started. The blades began to spin. Lewis’s breathing picked up immediately. “Oh no,” Lewis said, reaching out for anything he could hold. As the helicopter lifted, Derek reached for his hand and took it. Just slightly at first, but their fingers intertwined firmly as the helicopter moved higher.

-I do not understand what it says, I checked the staff papers before arriving and there is nothing out of what you asked- -So what have I got before me?- He noticed the petite, slim woman with crystalline golden eyes and an ordinary face framed in short, shiny dark hair. Leo studied the woman for a few seconds and found nothing strange. He recognized it, remembering the image in his file. Silver Miller, Head of Design Department, 23, Beta. Just in case he checked her neck and found nothing but a thin, unadorned gold chain. Not even the characteristic protective necklace of omegas and even less the trace of a supposed brand.