Jeremiah Fisher Quotes Novels & Stories

"If you do something that is not human, don't let others respect you!" Black Phoenix continued. "You, you, you have no conscience!" Fisherman was so angry that he stammered. He didn't know what to say. Hearing these words, Black Phoenix only felt that it was too funny. "You don't deserve to talk about conscience. What you just did was a beast's behavior!" Black Phoenix retorted. Fisherman knew that he couldn't argue with Black Phoenix anymore. If she was angry, she must help Zhou Tian to deal with him.

“You obviously know more than I do right now, and a little information might help me understand what we’re actually dealing with.” The room went quiet. Chairman Fisher studied me for a long moment, the wheels of his chair perfectly still, his hands folded loosely in his lap in a posture that looked relaxed and was almost certainly not. “Jacob,” he said, and the way he said my name this time was different heavier, final, the tone of a man closing a door rather than opening one. “None of this is your cup of tea.” I held his gaze. “Now leave,” he said. “My daughter and I can handle everything without you.”

“Jeremiah only told me one thing. My job is to protect you. I am here to keep your friends safe and help you with whatever you need today. I am not here to talk you into anything.” I stopped moving. I just stood there in the middle of the pavement, feeling the weight of that statement. It hit me right in the chest. A warm, stinging sensation crawled up my neck and gathered behind my eyes. I blinked hard, trying to keep my vision clear. It was such a strange, unexpected move. Jeremiah was usually so focused on control. He liked to pull the strings until they snapped. But this felt like an olive branch. He was giving me space but making sure I didn't fall.

Tell me something you think might not sound dirty, and if I can, you'll have to answer everything Jer and I ask you. —Don't bring him into this.— "Please do it," Jeremiah laughs. "I want to see how this goes." We're almost where everyone else is waiting, with our feet in the water. I smile, and I come up with words to make him lose the bet. —Okay. Say, 'That was the most boring movie I've ever seen.' "Wait," Jeremiah interrupts, just as Ezequiel smiles. "Could you change the wording a little?" —Within certain limits. —I raise an eyebrow.

"Felix, look at what has transpired. We almost had a rift that could never be healed." Felix grinned. "So, Mr. Jeremy, are you saying that you won't try to end my life anymore?" Jeremy's face flushed with humiliation, and he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. The echoes of his family's taunts still echoed in his head, fueling a sudden outburst of anger. "Shut up, all of you! Show some respect! Felix is Madam Goddard's disciple, and you have no right to mock him. Apologize to him immediately!"

"Does the captain actually have a life outside of film review?" "Shocking, right?" Jeremiah chuckled, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "I usually spend my Saturdays eating terrible takeout and trying not to think about the team. Or I go up to the Hollywood Hills to watch the traffic lights. It’s therapeutic." "Traffic lights?" She turned to him, disbelief coloring her tone. "You need a hobby, Jeremiah." "Says the girl who spends her 'day off' analyzing defensive line-shifts in the archives. We’re both losers, Athena. Embrace it."

Infuriated, Javi continued, "How much more powerful could you be? I know you've become an immortal, but what makes you think you can face us alone?" "I'm not alone. I have my sword." "Bold words. You behave a lot like Draco," Javi angrily said. "He's my savior, and this fight is in memory of his battle at Azure Creek. Your heads will be my first gift to him." Jerome released a murderous intent into the air, and his every word was broadcast live on television. The people who had insulted him felt embarrassed when they heard his valiant speech.

“…Dav.” “That’s Chairman Fisher to you,” the man on the other line said smoothly, voice dripping with quiet confidence and mock courtesy. Richard slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the office. “What do you want, old man? Haven’t you and your daughter done enough damage already?” Fisher chuckled, unbothered. “Damage? Oh, Richard, always so dramatic. You make it sound like we burned your company to the ground.” “Don’t play dumb with me!” Richard barked. “Canceling the engagement without so much as a courtesy call? You wanted a war, didn’t you?”

I just put the glass rim between my lips and sip while reconnecting the eye contact with Christopher. Even the drink’s taste escapes my taste buds. “You alone can be the therapy. What more do you need to say to heal a person?” Christopher mutters in his gaping voice as he balances on the counter as well. “How about you?” I ask. “I’m a hobby fisher.” Those came out randomly. Not what I expected to hear. Is there a thing as ‘a hobby fisher’? Scrutinizing his face, his expression doesn’t change. Not even a twitch. He’s not fucking joking.

[ Stephen ] “What did you get by defaming me, Mr. Fisher? I don’t see any result. In fact, my wife believes me and she is angrier than me. Advise your daughter not to come in front of Olivia or I don’t know what my wife is going to do with her.” I smirked seeing the dark face of Lucas Fisher. “Really? Your wife never had that in her.” He chuckled.