روايات وقصص ضمن Jeremiah Fisher X Reader

said Yachne. Khali used her power. She reads her friends' thoughts and includes two grown-ups who love to look at them. Khali was jumpy when he didn't find Rye. She can't read Rye or Vincent's thoughts. After her friends kissed her on the cheek, Khali must now find Rye. It's Rye she wants to kiss. Khali stood up; someone supported her, and she recognized him because she was reading his mind. Mang Delfin helps her in finding friends and choosing who to kiss. Khali decided to use her sense of smell. If she couldn't read Rye's mind, she just smelled him. But he was disappointed when someone spilled a strange odor.

_____ Note: Jeremiah’s book: Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF Mafia Romance is released now! Thank You everyone for coming this far, hope you enjoyed the book. You can find my other books, also the mentioned characters above, all anti heroes and darker than this one, if you can handle such stuff. You can check my I g, in.sta handle, author_gupta and on the Dre. me More new books will be coming about Jeremiah and Lachlan and Olezka. I can’t say when but stay tuned. Please don’t forget to leave a comment on the review page and on the first chapter of the book.

“Well, your ex actually. I didn’t even know you broke up with Rebecca. You’ve been so quiet about it.” Jeremiah froze. An image of Rebecca flashed through his mind. “It only just happened,” he said, his voice low. “It hasn’t even fully registered yet. Everything happened so fast.” Xander’s eyes narrowed with curiosity. “Did you break up with her?” Jeremiah hesitated. “I had to. She was uhh… cheating.” “That bitch!” Xander gasped, his eyes widened in horror. “I’m going to rip off her fucking curls.” Jeremiah reached forward quickly, alarmed. “No! Don’t do that.”

NOTE My lovely readers, I in no way want to fucking piss y’all off… but of course, not everyone likes me and I don’t give a fuck. However, Jeremy’s story along with Zanya and Viktor, the bratva Pakhan, is in my other book titled Tempting the Enemy. You may pick it up to read… or not, I really don’t give a fuck, but know it’s a poly relationship, and it’s interconnected. Jeremy’s twin is Hunter… I’ll drop bits of information I deem necessary. And once again, to all my loves, I appreciate y’all.

That was exactly the company she had returned to audit this time. “Aunt Iris, don’t worry about him,” Hailey said. “I’ll take you to that restaurant you love.” During the meal, Iris excused herself to go to the restroom and called her assistant. “Investigate Jeremy Fisher, chairman of Fisher Group. I want everything about his private life.” The assistant moved fast. By the time Iris stepped out of the restaurant, the information had been sent to her phone. As she read through it, her chest tightened, and her eyes misted over.

I could stare at him forever. Rachel Fisher is standing beside him as usual, her glare keeping every woman from approaching. She really seems to think that he belongs to her, I think with a sigh. As if he can sense my gaze, he turns to look me. A gasp escapes my lips. His gorgeous hazel eyes, fixed on me, only makes the pull stronger. There's no emotion on his face. I suspect that he doesn't recognize me either. I know I should look away. It's beyond disrespectful for an Omega to openly stare at the Alpha like this. But I can't look away. It's like being sucked into a black hole. The hall and everyone in it seems to stop existing, and all I'm aware of, all I can think of, is Xander Black. He

His mind churned—fury boiling hot, thoughts slamming into each other, looking for a way out. Beside him, Jeremiah rode silent, stiff as a board. Not the same quiet, though—his was heavier, loaded with shit he couldn’t say. Jeremy didn’t look at him, just kept his eyes on the passing blur of streetlights and shadows, but the air between them crackled anyway. He exhaled slow, a hiss through his teeth, before breaking the hush, voice low and edged with something nasty. “X,” he said, still staring out. “You’ve been off lately.”

Maybe I didn’t know Jeremiah Carter too well. Well, I would love to read this. The book title was catchy enough. Curiosity gripped me before I could stop myself. Slowly, quietly, I slipped my hand from under the blanket and reached for it. My fingers brushed the cover, then curled around it. I had just opened the first page when his lashes fluttered open. His eyes flicked to my hand immediately. Then without waiting, his hand shot out fast—snatching the book from mine. “Hey…” I started to say, but before I could ask why he collected the book from me, before I could even breathe, Jeremy’s mouth crashed against mine. He dragged me under him, his body heavy on mine, then continued to kiss me ro

And why is Jeremiah so calm? 🖤🎀🖤

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."