Jeremiah 1 5 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We’ll see who the better parent is. Jeremiah

Jeremiah stepped out of his room, wandering quietly into the dim hallway. He’d curled under his sheets, tossing, turning, trying to force sleep, but it was a lost cause. His mind wouldn’t quit replaying his awkward reaction to Everett’s question, suffocating under the weight of his own thoughts. It was like his heart was calling for something. Or someone. But that was ridiculous. Jeremiah had nothing, no one. Despite pushing his worries aside, Jeremiah couldn't stop pondering his embarrassing reaction to Everett's question. He still couldn't believe he went into panic just from a simple tease.

Jeremiah said, giving him the order. Reuben immediately kept the glass of wine and departed like an admist.

I await your response. He wanted to open the message when one of Jeremiah's men came in to deliver a message , a tall, expressionless figure handed Jeremi a sealed note , insisting it was “a matter of courtesy.” There was nothing courteous about Jeremiah; Jeremi knew that too well. His gut told him this wasn’t an invitation , it was a move. A test. He read the message twice, expression cool and unreadable, then placed the note down carefully, masking the flicker of unease that rippled through his chest.

’ Jeremiah’s torso strangely became warm and everything suddenly turned white. ***

Not the gentle, contemplative kind but the kind where spirit and soul wrestle beneath the weight of divine interruption. “God, what is this?” he cried. “Why me? Why now?” No voice answered audibly this time. But a scripture formed clearly in his mind: “Then the Lord put forth His hand, and touched my mouth. And the Lord said unto me, ‘Behold, I have put my words in your mouth.’” Jeremiah 1:9 James opened his grandmother’s Bible again. That verse was already underlined not by him. His phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.

Why couldn’t I hear her? I could feel myself getting close to panicking. I reached out, taking Callum’s hand, before taking deeper, slower breaths, bringing my breathing into line with his. Once it was, I was calm. As calm as can be in this kind of fucked up situation, anyway. “Don’t talk, my Queen, not unless you have to. Save your strength. I’ll see what I can find,” Jeremiah replied. I nodded, unable to force even a small smile onto my face.

Nathaniel: "You're not even half-good as my mommy's pursuers. Just give up." Jeremiah was thrown off balance. Jeremiah: "Don't worry, I won't have any sort of thoughts toward your mommy. I'm only interested in you, you little brat." Nathaniel immediately went offline.

One by one, each of them read as much as they could. The days of Jeremiah the great is counting. Every word Inkliah speaks will be written in the books of wisdom. Loving is Kia’s true name and because of this, the Lord will want to take her away. Time shall tell if the world will be freed from Lore’s wrath. Adrenaline shall increase in the people of Kurt’s land because he will cause evil. Blessed is Elijah for he has done no evil from the day he was born. Angela didn’t understand most of the prophecies she read, most of them didn’t sound like prophecies to her.