Jeremiah Or Conrad Novels & Stories

“What can I say? Good guys always get screwed.” Yeah, Conrad was a good guy. He had this pure, uncorruptible aura. Loyal, dependable — a total contrast to me, who’d chosen to hurt him without a second thought. “Look, I say Kasey’s just a jerk,” I commented, a little pissed that he kept getting the short end of the stick in love. Conrad Adams was the kind of person who deserved everything good, who deserved to see all his dreams come true and be happy. He deserved someone who’d truly love him.

but then Jeremiah remembered that Renee had killed a few people that he knew, killing Engram’s mother would be common sense for him. “It's alright Jeremiah,” Engram smiled bitterly, “it's all in the past and I have moved on, thanks to you…” Jeremiah suddenly blushed. But he didn't reply to Engram’s word. ‘Is it only me? Or he just hit me a while ago? Well I’m no longer a priest now, so I think it's okay for me to have a relationship with someone… but still, he’s my cousin,’ Jeremiah then observed Engram down from his muscular body then slowly went up to his handsome face. He gulped, ‘a long lost hot cousin…’

Jeremiah steered the discussion toward politics, sponsorships, and power , but every few minutes, his gaze found Eva again, each glance laced with disbelief and fascination. By the time dessert was served, Jeremi’s patience had worn thin. He leaned back, folding his arms. “If there’s nothing else, Jeremiah, I’d like to end the evening. My wife’s exhausted.” “Of course,” Jeremiah said smoothly, standing. “Though I must say, Jeremi, your taste in women has improved. She’s… hauntingly familiar.” Jeremi’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your words.” Jeremiah chuckled, but the sound was dark, dangerous. “Oh, I intend to. Goodnight, cousin. Mrs. Moretti.”

When Sahara found out that Salem had gone to Connie and even kneeled in front of the latter, she felt angry and humiliated with a burning sense of jealousy. Salem had actually gone to kneel to someone else just for the sake of Jeremi! It seems that this son is really important to him! At least, he's more important than his illegitimate daughter who is not getting any of his inheritance! However, Salem doesn't know that his precious son is already dead! All the riches from the Damien Family will belong to me! I will even use Jeremi's death to drag Connie down! After three days of resuscitation, Jeremi finally woke up in Jordan Town, Africa. However, his kidneys were damaged and he needed a ki

“Sir, it’s from Master Conrad.” Jeremiah walked over to take the phone. The next second, he heard his father’s voice. “Jeremiah, I heard that Blair is dead. Is it true?” “...Yes.” Conrad asked, “How’s Astrid?” Jeremiah paused. “She... regained her memories. Rahman just came and took her away.” Rory entered the house to see Jeremiah on the phone. He watched as the person on the other end said something, causing Jeremiah’s expression to change suddenly.

Jeremiah said and laughed slightly. "You're about to lose your job and you're still in the mood to laugh. If someone sees you right now, they'll think you're out of your mind." "You said you'll handle and since you're Andrea Accardo, I believe you." Jeremiah smiled. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm only doing this because I feel guilty." She stated, moving her chair backward. "What's the name of the chairman?" "Reid Dahmer." "Reid Dahmer? Sounds so cliché. Can't believe it belongs to a jerk like him." Andrea mumbled underneath her breath, but Jeremiah clearly heard her.

That was all Jericho needed to hear to understand my question, "He broke his left leg, has a few contusions, banged-up ribs, and a concussion but he's otherwise fine." "Oh," the word left my lips as if I were relieved to hear those words when in all honestly I was angry. Furious. Fucking fuming with a simmering rage that had my blood boiling like molten lava in my veins. He got off more or less Scott-free. What was new there? I kept that to myself because I knew Jericho. He, or one of his insane brothers, would go after Parker and take care of the useless excuse of a man the best way they knew how. I didn't want that.

Jeremy responded, recognizing the urgency in his subordinate's voice. Lucas, Jeremy's loyal driver, swiftly transported him to one of his secure facilities. As they arrived, three workers escorted them inside, leading them to Derek Lane, a cunning and influential figure responsible for Jeremy's underground dealings. Derek was known for managing illegal transactions and controlling the shadowy world of black markets, making him a vital asset to Jeremy. "Welcome, Boss," Derek greeted with respect. "Derek, why am I here?" Jeremy inquired, his tone reflecting his impatience.

Liam spotted him first. A slow, poisonous smile curled across his lips as he leaned back against the velvet sofa, fingers playing with the rim of his glass. “Well, well, if it isn’t the quiet secretary,” Liam drawled. “Didn’t expect you to show up down here. Got bored standing in shadows?” Conrad said nothing. The others turned to look — even Grayson’s eyes flicked toward him for a second, as if assessing whether Conrad was threat, toy, or collateral. “You’re quite the surprise package tonight,” Liam continued, ever the snake. “First the painting, now the mystery boy. Tell me, Conrad—” he turned to him, eyes gleaming—“did you already sleep with him or something?”

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