Jeremiah And Conrad The Summer I Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

"No. That's not true. I only ever loved you. What happened with Summer really was just an act." He hurried to explain himself, trying to prove his innocence. "An act?" I asked quietly. "Giving her the project that should have been mine was an act. Being with her while she got her wisdom tooth removed, while I sat alone signing the paperwork to stop treatment, was an act too." I turned back toward the red sun sinking beyond the horizon. "Conrad, your act cost me my life." The words landed lightly. Yet they shattered the last bit of hope Conrad had been holding onto.

Jeremiah stared at Everett’s smile longer than he should have, unwilling to look away from the soft crinkle of his eyes. His stomach tightened, something embarrassingly pleasant beneath his skin, making him nervous and giddy. And God was it mortifying. “It’s funny how this seems to be our first good conversation,” he mumbled, eyes flicking to the side. “It is,” Everett agreed, his voice smooth. He dropped his hand from his chin and leaned back, a faint smirk on his lips. “It's good when you're not trembling with fear.”

“Apologies Beta, I will be sure to keep you updated from now on. May I sit with you all.” “You may.” We all breathe a sigh of relief when Conal corrects his chair and then sits back down at the table. He clears his throat once and then takes a long gulp of coffee before leaning back and filling us all in on everything that happened last night. He speaks slowly, making sure we have time to process every conversation and interaction that any of them had with Willow. I can hear the pride and amusement in his voice when he tells us how brutally Willow spoke to Theron. Jeremiah whistles when he hears the term ‘sperm donation’ and shakes his head with a grin. “Damn sounds like, she’s got her mumma

He faced Benjamin but before he could say anything Eric held his hand and shook a NO. "It’s nothing, sir. Conrad is capable enough to take Mechanical Engineering and clear it with flying grades. He won’t let the faculty down". Eric said in utter seriousness. Conrad stood up too this time. He was feeling much better. "I am sorry sir to let you assume that i am weak. But I am Conrad Jagger. And we are fighters". He spoke in a calm and piercing tone. And that was enough to put Noah down for a while before his expressions turned smirking again.

JJ slept in the passenger seat, strapped in tight, his little chest rising and falling under the dashboard’s glow. The city lights streaked past, but Jeremy’s eyes were fixed ahead, hands gripping the wheel like it owed him answers. That call—murder, Catalina, burn the body—looped in his head, each word a splinter digging deeper. He’d played it off live, kept his cool, but now? Now it stank. Catalina’s “accident” felt wrong from the jump, and this was a neon sign screaming it. He pulled into the estate, tires crunching gravel, and cut the engine. Before he could unstrap JJ, Jeremiah emerged from the dark, grin wide and cocky. “Hell of a show, Jer! You crushed it—handled that nutcase like a c

Nudging my numb body with his foot, he remarked, "Look at you now, Caleb." His voice dripped with the arrogance and satisfaction of someone who'd won. "You used to act all cocky, vowing that you'd acquire Havenshire Group from me. Well, how does it feel to be all bound and defenseless like some trapped and wounded animal now, huh?" He crouched down, the smug smile turning even more sinister. "You lost to me both in your career and in love. Kelly and Whitney, the two women you loved, ended up being on my side instead. Don't you think your life has been nothing but a big fat joke, Caleb?"

"I know you love me, but I grew up seeing things like this. All my friends were the same, and I didn't know how to change. "Mia, I was suffering too." His shameless response made me so furious that I almost laughed out loud. Even now, he was still feigning ignorance, pretending to act like he was deeply in love with me. "You were the one who swore before God that you would love only me for the rest of your life. And what happened? "By the second year, you were already back to your true nature, with scandals everywhere. You cried and apologized back then, promising it would never happen again. Yet later, you demanded that I should be more understanding.

“Oh come on, you look way better than any drink in that fridge. Didn’t expect our stuck-up stepsister to have legs like that. Turn around again, let me see—” “Shut your mouth, Conrad!” I snapped, my voice shaking even though I tried to sound tough. “This is not funny. I’ve been traveling all day and I’m tired. Go away!” Before Conrad could reply, Jeremiah stepped a little closer, his eyes still glued to my legs. He had that annoying, confident smile on his face—the one that always made me want to slap him in high school. “Damn, you’ve got some pretty legs there, sis,” he said slowly, like he was tasting every word. “Didn’t know you were hiding all that under those baggy jeans and ugly hoodie

Jeremy's phone vibrated on the nightstand as he emerged from a steaming hot shower, his towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets cascading down his sinewy body, accentuating his irresistible allure. "Hello?" he answered, his voice cool and composed. "Mr. Nobody, I heard you're looking for me. Well, here I am," a familiar voice taunted. Jeremy paused, recognizing the voice instantly. "Lockman." "Bingo! Didn't think you'd recognize my voice. I must be leaving quite the impression," Drake Lockman chuckled darkly.

Conrad has finished prepping for their New York tour. He was dressed in a white shirt and jeans with a Philadelphia-themed blazer. He was astonished to see Jaiden waiting by the doorway when he opened it. “Jaiden, everything okay?” He asked worriedly. “Yeah, I just kind of wanted to see what your room looks like.” She chuckled softly. “Hey, it’s the jacket I gave you.” She said as soon as she noticed the jacket. “It looks better on you in person than in the picture you sent me.”