Jeremiah Gotham Novels & Stories

Recommended song: heartbroken Kiki. . When Jeremiah arrived in the land of Agios, the land of werewolves, he was only but a twenty eight year old young man with a driving passion of power and wealth. What he wanted was not in fact to become the duke, it wasn’t also to inherit his father’s extreme wealth. It was so he could prove to his brothers that they had been wrong about him all this time and he was always a step ahead of them.

“Yeah. Got it.” Jeremy held his stare a beat too long, eyes digging, searching for cracks. Then he grunted, “Good,” and turned back to the road, fingers tapping faster now. Jeremiah let out a slow, silent breath, shifting his gaze to the city lights streaking past—yellow flickers on grimy glass, a world oblivious to the mess he was neck-deep in. How long could he keep this up? How long before Jeremy sniffed it out? ________________________________________

" Jeremiah quickly walked over to Woody and Helen in large strides as four men followed behind him. The four men exuded a strong and powerful air, and a middle-aged man with a round face in particular seemed to come off as the strongest man among them. His intimidating presence could be felt even if he was simply close by. "Pam, Uncle Dickson, Aunt Trudy, don't worry. No one will touch a strand of Brutus' hair with me around," Jeremiah spoke as if he was a king. Helen furrowed her eyebrows slightly. "Who are you?" she asked. Jeremiah proudly said, "I'm the eldest son of Goldblum Corporation, Jeremiah Goldblum." The surrounding people gasped. "Oh my god, I can't believe that he's from Goldblu

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

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.

Wolves yelp as gravity snaps back briefly, sending Blake crashing face-first into Ethan’s shoulder. “Oof—hey!” Blake protests. “Buy me dinner first!” Ethan shoves him off with a grin. “Focus.” “I am focused. On not dying.” The Arbiter’s voice tightens, losing some of its perfect modulation. Primordial entity, your interference violates— Everything violates something, the Sleeper replies lazily. You’re just louder about it. The Crown inside me thrums—not afraid, not panicked—but relieved. Like it’s recognizing an old neighbor it never expected to see again.

Far too many men for what looked like a simple rogue attack. A man I hadn't met before approached Mason and I while Asher looked over Katie's lifeless body. The unnamed man was nearly as intimidating as Asher himself, but he lacked the powerful aura that Asher seemed to constantly exude. "Beta Drake." Mason murmured, nodding his head in an act of respect.

“This is the time you're supposed to support and agree with me, Ash. Not making me down.” “But it won't work. It's really an absurd idea dating someone who abandoned you.” His hand gently squeezes my knee. “I'm not gonna change my mind. But just tell me to go ahead, Ash. I want to hear it from you as well. Please.” “But—” Before I can respond, the heavy thud of boots descends the staircase. Jeremías emerges from upstairs, dressed in a black short sleeve top and matching cargo pants. He looks like an apex predator, going to hunt for his next victim, his movements fluid and composed.

A dark shape emerging from the snow, broad and unyielding. Liam. He moved like fury given form, cold, precise, unstoppable. Kai was at his side, his expression grim, and behind them, four more of Liam’s warriors fanned out in formation. The Darius patrol froze. Even they could sense the shift in power. “Step away from her,” Liam said, his voice steady and deadly. One of the guards sneered. “This is Alpha Darius’s territory. Rogue grounds. You have no right…” Liam’s fist connected with his jaw before the sentence finished. The man hit the ground hard, snow bursting up around him.

“Thank you.” Gerald After I hang up the call with Sera, which was a lot more interesting than I first anticipated, and lot naughtier when it was just the two of us. I call in one of my Gamma’s Jerimiah. He would have been Juniper’s Gamma if Theron hadn’t interfered and has been relentless in the search for her with Sera and I. His ginger head pokes around the door, and he sniffs the air teasingly. “Is it safe?”