Jeremiah And Conrad Novels & Stories

Our intima‍cy retu‍rne‍d naturally, not f​orced​, not desperate—just two people f⁠indi‌ng the‍ir way back to each othe⁠r, one nig⁠ht at a time. Jim⁠my sp‌ok‍e to HR and claime​d t​hat‍ what ha​ppened between him and Conrad had been a misunde⁠rstan‌ding. Somehow, miraculo‌usl​y, Conrad was​ rec‌ons⁠idered for the partnership⁠. ‌Then Sad‍ie’s bir‍thday⁠ came‌ around.

Eva gave a polite, uncertain smile, unsure if that was a compliment or a trap. Jeremi leaned back, his tone sharp. “Jeremiah, I assume we’re not here to discuss my wife’s past?” Jeremiah’s smirk deepened slightly. “A convent,” he repeated. “That explains… a lot.” “What do you mean by that?” Jeremi’s tone carried an edge. “Oh, nothing at all,” Jeremiah replied smoothly. “Just that she seems… untouched by the chaos of this city. That kind of serenity doesn’t come from nowhere.” Eva shifted uncomfortably. Every time she dared a glance in Jeremiah’s direction, she caught him watching her , not with desire, but with disbelief, curiosity, almost fear.

Lily watched him from the shadows, her heart hammering with a mixture of fear and awe. He was magnificent like this fierce, unbreakable, dangerous. But he was still hers. The door creaked open. Jeremiah entered, flanked by two men in tailored suits. His hair was grayer than in the video, his face more lined, but the arrogance in his posture was unmistakable. “Well, well,” Jeremiah drawled. “The prodigal son finally crawls to me.” Liam didn’t flinch. “You made a mistake coming here.” Jeremiah laughed, low and cruel. “You think some evidence and petty rumors can topple me? You’re still the naïve little boy your father manipulated. You don’t have the stomach for what it takes.”

Conrad’s deep voice was low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. I clutched the hot pizza box tighter against my chest like it could protect me. My heart hammered wildly. “I wasn’t hiding. I was just… resting.” Jeremiah stepped closer from behind, his tall body radiating heat. His breath brushed the back of my neck. “Resting? Or avoiding us because you liked what you saw through the door?” His voice dropped even lower. “Did you enjoy watching us fuck her? Did it make your little pussy throb?” My cheeks burned hot. I tried to slip past them toward the kitchen, but Conrad blocked me easily with his broad frame. “Move. I’m hungry.”

I didn’t need to look to know. But I did anyway. Jeremiah stood a few feet away, his presence dominating the hallway like a storm cloud. His expression was controlled—but his eyes were sharp, irritated, locked on us. My stomach twisted. "Is there a problem?" he asked coolly. Chris straightened immediately. "Just getting a signature, sir." Jeremiah’s gaze flicked to me. "I see you were quite busy chatting. During work hours?" Heat rushed to my face. "I—I was still working. He just—"

His voice was icy as he said, "Who am I? I'm Celena's husband. Why do you think I would attack him?" Jeremiah was first taken aback upon hearing Liam's words. However, he put on a disdainful smile and said icily, "Hmph. I thought you were somebody. It turns out you're just the man from the Cole family who fell and a loser who married into the Stone family. "Who do you think you are? How dare you cause a scene at The Connoisseurs. I'm warning you. You'd better watch it. Otherwise, you and your wife's family are going to have a hard time."

Dylan said. "Why? What happened?" I muttered. "He didn't even last a week," Dylan said grimly. "The very first day of training, he was paired with Conrad. Jeremy accidentally made a comment about Conrad's deceased mate. Conrad lost it. He beat Jeremy so savagely... he could barely breathe by the time they pulled Conrad off him." My heart plummeted into a hollow, freezing pool of fear. "And the academy? What did they do to Conrad?" I choked out. "Nothing," Dylan muttered, shaking his head. "There are no rules during training. Jeremy knew that if he stayed, Conrad would just keep breaking him during training, so he quit. His pack couldn't even fight for him... they're too weak compared to Conr

He looked lethal even while dying, his jaw clamped shut so tight I thought his teeth might shatter. "You’re very quiet, Iris," Conrick said, catching my gaze in the rearview mirror. "Usually, this is where the screaming starts." "I’m saving my breath to spit on your grave," I snapped. My hands were shaking, buried in the ruined silk of my skirt. "You betrayed him. You’re working for Jerome." Conrick let out a short, dry laugh that made my skin crawl. "Jerome is a fossil. I don't waste my time on things that belong in a museum. I work for the Crown. Even when the man wearing it forgets his duty."

His parents had told him to divorce Lillee so when they heard the news about the miscarriage, they only gave him their condolences once before ignoring the both of them. "It's nothing. Just what I should do, CEO." She smiled at him and winked playfully. Conrad lowered his head and rubbed his chest faintly. He could feel the abnormal acceleration of his heartbeat. He quickly cleared his throat and tried to suppress himself, "So what's it about the J Empire?" Conrad knew that if the Jarek Empire didn't want them to know about them buying Norton's share, he knew there was no way he would know so now that his assistant suddenly knew the identity left him stunned.

he conceded, his tone laced with a hint of contrition. "Good. We're done here. Leave," Jeremy stated firmly, dismissing Tristan. With a sense of finality, Jeremy exited the room, leaving Tristan to contemplate his next moves. The unspoken alliance between Jeremy Nobody and Tristan Adams had begun to take shape, forged in the aftermath of Gregory Adams' demise.