Jeremiah Or Conrad Novels & Stories

How was Leah connected to Margaret? Before he could ask, Conrad stepped forward, a smug grin on his face. “Jeremy,” he said. “Long time no see.” Jeremy clenched his fists. “What are you playing at, Conrad?” “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” Conrad replied, his grin widening.

The air hummed with the resonance of unseen forces, and the question hung in the dream-laden atmosphere – the pursuit of Methis. "Why the delay, Jamal?" Conrad's voice echoed, his form a shifting silhouette in the dream's ephemeral canvas. I stood, a mere vessel in this spectral meeting, compelled to elucidate the intricate dance between Methis and me. "Human emotions are complex, Conrad. It's a delicate interplay, a dance where steps must be chosen with care."

He looked lethal even while dying, his jaw clamped shut so tight I thought his teeth might shatter. "You’re very quiet, Iris," Conrick said, catching my gaze in the rearview mirror. "Usually, this is where the screaming starts." "I’m saving my breath to spit on your grave," I snapped. My hands were shaking, buried in the ruined silk of my skirt. "You betrayed him. You’re working for Jerome." Conrick let out a short, dry laugh that made my skin crawl. "Jerome is a fossil. I don't waste my time on things that belong in a museum. I work for the Crown. Even when the man wearing it forgets his duty."

"Major Becker, stand down!" Conrad finally spoke up, his voice hoarse and clearly lacking strength. Liam's face twisted with anger as he replied, "Yes, sir. However, I still have something to say. He doesn't deserve to return to Chetvine. He and his father are both traitors, and everyone knows that. His very existence is a stain on this country and the organization he once belonged to." Conrad stepped forward slowly, his tone flat and cold. "I don't like repeating orders twice. Stand down. You don't need to say anything more."

Maybe I can convince her to switch with me? "Conrad is very different from Conor. Not only Conor has tons of ex-lovers than Conrad, but also how they both value and celebrate their birthday. Obviously, both have hundreds of friends coming from the business world and other connections. But only Conor has the heart to celebrate his birthday with them. Conrad?" She tsks, "He's sort of private and sometimes he doesn't even celebrate his birthday at all." Feliza then continues to munch her sandwich that only has peanut butter in it.

I didn’t need to look to know. But I did anyway. Jeremiah stood a few feet away, his presence dominating the hallway like a storm cloud. His expression was controlled—but his eyes were sharp, irritated, locked on us. My stomach twisted. "Is there a problem?" he asked coolly. Chris straightened immediately. "Just getting a signature, sir." Jeremiah’s gaze flicked to me. "I see you were quite busy chatting. During work hours?" Heat rushed to my face. "I—I was still working. He just—"

The firm's shell company registration connects to someone named Conrad Ellis. Conrad Ellis. A name that appeared nowhere in eighteen months of background research on Damien Reeves. Someone above Damien. Someone who had been completely invisible until thirty minutes ago. And someone who had just exposed themselves to silence a man who hadn't spoken yet.

His voice was icy as he said, "Who am I? I'm Celena's husband. Why do you think I would attack him?" Jeremiah was first taken aback upon hearing Liam's words. However, he put on a disdainful smile and said icily, "Hmph. I thought you were somebody. It turns out you're just the man from the Cole family who fell and a loser who married into the Stone family. "Who do you think you are? How dare you cause a scene at The Connoisseurs. I'm warning you. You'd better watch it. Otherwise, you and your wife's family are going to have a hard time."

I corrected him. "What? Whose mate? I don't understand." Valentina squinted his eyes. "Let me explain...Konrad and I have the same mate, and she happened to be Jeremiah's daughter," Matthew explained. "Who is Jeremiah?" Minerva asked. "Alpha Jeremiah from the Bloodmoon pack," I grumbled. "The enemy's daughter? That is HILARIOUS!" Callan whistled. "It's not funny!" Valentina snapped at Callan, then turned back to us. "Are you serious? And Konrad is keeping her prisoner? Why?"

“Already rolling, Jer. She’ll be dust by lunch.” “That’s why you’re my right hand,” Jeremy said, clapping his shoulder with a firm grip, calm but unyielding. “How’s Mama and JJ been?” “Back from another shopping with Elena,” Jeremiah said, shrugging. “Father Bernard’s back from the Vatican—some big-shot bishop meet. JJ’s probably drowning in stuffed animals by now.” Jeremy smirked, heading upstairs. “Sounds like my boy.” Jeremy hit his study, kicking off his loafers, and dialed Sheila. She picked up fast, voice cutting like a switchblade. “Well, well, the prodigal thug returns. Jeremy Cali, you left me high and dry, you son of a gun.”