Novel & Cerita Jeremiah Gotham

JEREMIAH The elevator doors slid shut behind me with a muted click, sealing me inside a polished glass cage that smelled faintly of steel and cologne. Another day. Another mask. I adjusted the cuffs of my suit, eyes flicking briefly to my reflection in the mirrored wall. To the world, I was Jeremiah Blackwood—twenty-one years old, CEO of HT Enterprises, youngest executive to ever take the position, brilliant, ruthless, human. Only a handful knew the truth.

Meanwhile, Gabriel stared with bloodthirst and thrill in his eyes as Jeremiah approached. “Jeremiah, you’re the top gun of Lefteria Gang and the top killer of South River state. “I finally got to fight you today.”

or so it seemed. My mind kept turning inside me.... there's just so much shit I don't quite comprehend right now. One, Blake lied to me.... he said he'd waited for my return all this time. Yet I come here to find myself getting into a little quarrel with this dumb female. Two, why wasn't my brother Tyler affected by the breakage of his mate bond with Jazmin? Three, I'm hurt, and I'm pissed that my so called mother is not my mother after all. Yet I'm the daughter of Carol Dianne Slate, heir to the powers bestowed by the one and only Artemis, the third moon goddess!?

the unknown lycan said. “Maverick” Black called the lycan. Maverick was the same highly with Jeremy. His skin is pale. He looked almost as serious as Black. With a dark shade of eyes and a strong jawline. “You would be tagging along with Jeremy to Gray city to pick up his mate” Black information Maverick. Who stood in front of him. Jeremy turned to face Black the second he heard his name. Jeremys observed Maverick carefully for a few minutes before he looked away. Jeremy got a call from his manager,he asked to be excused and then he left the answer the call.

Jeremiah's muscles flexed as he drove his fist into Anakiyus's stomach, the sound reverberating like a death knell. “Who do you work for?” His voice was devoid of emotion and it made me think of a predator, cold and bloodthirsty as it echoed through the dungeon walls. “Anakiyus, who do you work for?” he repeated, his tone relentless. I stood by the entrance, eyes wide in disbelief. How could this be the same Jeremiah who once laughed and played with us as pups? Had he truly shed all semblance of compassion? Did he really feel nothing? Anakiyus groaned, a guttural sound filled with pain. “I work for no one,” he rasped, the strain obvious in his voice.

"Throw the phones too, or I swear to God I'll kill you both right here." "Okay, okay, just calm down," Athena stammered, her hands shaking so badly she could barely unlatch her phone from her pocket. She tossed it onto the ground next to Tessa's bag. Before the mugger could bend down to grab the items, a heavy, deafening set of footsteps pounded against the pavement. Jeremiah sprinted out of the stairwell shadows like a massive, terrifying freight train. He didn't even hesitate. "Get the fuck away from them!" Jeremiah roared, the sheer volume of his voice echoing like thunder through the empty parking garage.

“And what’s in it for you?” “Simple,” Jeremiah replied. “I want Jeremi Moretti destroyed. Publicly, politically, and personally. I want him stripped of his power, humiliated before his allies, and left with nothing.” Cole chuckled softly. “That’s a tall order, even for someone like you.” “I’m willing to pay for tall orders.” Jeremiah slid a briefcase across the table. Cole opened it, and his eyes widened slightly at the thick stacks of cash inside. “And if you do exactly what I say, I’ll see to it you become Governor elected.”

* As Jeremy dozed on the couch in the dimly lit living room, the sudden blaring of his phone shattered the silence, yanking him out of sleep. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, blindly reaching toward the center table beside the couch. Still groggy, he answered the call, pressing the phone against his ear without opening his eyes. “This better be good.” “Oh, it is,” a voice responded on the other end. “I found something interesting about Jaxon.” Jeremy let out a tired sigh. “What?” he mumbled, barely awake. “He’s a Mafia Lord. The leader of the Five Families in Rome.”

Turning I walked to my desk when I heard a knock on my door, “Come in,” I said without looking at the door. “Good day ma'am, my name is Jeremiah and I'm your new bodyguard.” That sentence hit me hard making me turn, “my new what?”

Could Chase be planning to kill him too? How could he? Jeremiah was the mayor of Joverton, the top official here. In such a public place, Chase would not dare. He just could not… Despite these thoughts, Jeremiah could not withstand the pressure from Chase's icy gaze and began to plead, "Basalt's Collins, I've suffered for Joverton, and I've made contributions to Joverton. It's all thanks to me that Joverton is what it is today. You can't kill me!"