Jeremiah Or Conrad Novels & Stories

“We’ll keep watching, and see if we get a chance to take action. “Even if we don’t, we’d be able to figure out just how strong Harvey York is. “Judging from the current situation, Rhodes must be the most powerful one out of the group. Since even the genetically enhanced warrior was scared of him, he must be pretty impressive.” Conrad frowned. “He’s just a descendant of the Wright family. He’s not Emery. Why should we be scared?” Salem glared at Conrad. “Let’s change places. The big show hasn’t started yet. That scene was just an appetizer…”

Lily watched him from the shadows, her heart hammering with a mixture of fear and awe. He was magnificent like this fierce, unbreakable, dangerous. But he was still hers. The door creaked open. Jeremiah entered, flanked by two men in tailored suits. His hair was grayer than in the video, his face more lined, but the arrogance in his posture was unmistakable. “Well, well,” Jeremiah drawled. “The prodigal son finally crawls to me.” Liam didn’t flinch. “You made a mistake coming here.” Jeremiah laughed, low and cruel. “You think some evidence and petty rumors can topple me? You’re still the naïve little boy your father manipulated. You don’t have the stomach for what it takes.”

After teasing Kris the next moment became extra serious especially when Jeremiah showed us the contract. Kris read the contract since she knew I am not fond of understanding and reading all the details so she will just brief me and asks for my input. After discussing the contract I signed it and for the next months, I will be working with Jeremiah. Jeremiah owns a huge liquor company so it is a huge privilege that he chose me to model his products. "Do you have a plan on Tuesday night?" Kris asked when I am done signing the contract. "I'll check, why?" Jeremiah responded.

“I’m out of the house. What was Amarah able to discover? Is it something to do about the prophecy? To Clayton?” “No, it’s about Conrad,” Gabriel said seriously. “Conrad is a Sigma Wolf.” There was a complete and dead silence between them, and Gabriel knew that Matt is absorbing the news he just heard a few seconds ago. “What?!?” Matt exclaimed in his mind. He was muttering under his breath at what he had just heard from Gabriel and cursing in between quietly to prevent attraction and curiousity from his wife. “Is that true?!?”

he asked, his breath hitching. "I... I came to ask you something really important," I said, deciding to focus on why I was here in the first place. "Sure, go on... after what Conrad did to you, I'm willing to answer any of your questions," he said. "Who was Conrad's last training partner? What did he do to him?" My voice was barely a whisper. Dylan's eyes widened. "He mentioned him to you?" I nodded quickly. "His name was Jeremy... but he backed out from being a part of the academy," Dylan said.

His parents had told him to divorce Lillee so when they heard the news about the miscarriage, they only gave him their condolences once before ignoring the both of them. "It's nothing. Just what I should do, CEO." She smiled at him and winked playfully. Conrad lowered his head and rubbed his chest faintly. He could feel the abnormal acceleration of his heartbeat. He quickly cleared his throat and tried to suppress himself, "So what's it about the J Empire?" Conrad knew that if the Jarek Empire didn't want them to know about them buying Norton's share, he knew there was no way he would know so now that his assistant suddenly knew the identity left him stunned.

He struck a match and lit his cigar, the aroma mingling with the morning air, a ritual that signaled the start of his solitary work hours. The first email of the day was from the compliance officer of the Wild West Indoor Football League (WWIF), a message that furrowed Jeremy’s brow as he read through the inquiries about the strange, complex contract he had orchestrated for Terrell Hillis. The league was probing, looking for a reason to oust Hillis from the Cannibals organization – a mistake Jeremy was keen to fix. He crafted his response meticulously, ensuring every word was positioned to defend his decision without revealing too much of his deal with Coach Lombardi.

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.

“Jamire, I bet you’ve seen a lot of powerful men after staying in Sumeria for so long.” He was thinking about Andrius. Although he looked bitter and hated Andrius, he had to admit that the man had looked cool when he dodged the bullets. “Why are you talking about this?” Jamire was slightly surprised before he chuckled and said, “I’ve been traveling the world for many years, and I’ve met more powerful men than the women you’ve slept with…” “Then, have you seen anyone who could dodge bullets?” Connor asked, leaving Jamire stunned.

He looked back up at Conrad in alarm, "Are you trying to tell me that my dad was your Hunter?" Conrad snickered. "Oh dear Lord, no boy; that would be entirely too cliché," he said, "No, your father was merely our contact with the local authorities, a position that was assumed by your friend; a Mister William Gurley who is a Lieutenant now, I believe." He flicked his finger over, indicating that James should flip the page, "Read on." When James rocked back in his chair, Conrad smiled again. "My Hunter was not your father, but your mother.