Jeremiah Valeska Novels & Stories

"Hello, Daniel. I know you must be super busy. I want to ask you out. Can you? Sure, I'll be there. I'm Emerald, by the way." I smiled and held the cellphone—exit one charge hole and into the other crocodile cage. I entered the room and saw that Edmund was still sipping the drink. I looked at him sharply. You watch! You will bend your knees to me. The mission begins, Em! 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

I don't know if it will be a good life. But it will be a peaceful one. I am no longer angry. I am just sad. We walk back down the stairs. Jeremiah is expectantly waiting. "She understands," Alpha tells him. Jeremiah is handsome. He has dark hair and green eyes. He is muscular and strong. I look at him. He looks back at me. He makes my heart flutter. He is everything a girl could ever want. I smile at him. He smiles back. I know that this is the right thing to do.

Jeremiah stood still, his blade lowered, not drawn — but the gleam in his eyes told Ari everything. “You’re working with her,” Ari whispered. “I’m working against extinction,” he replied. Kael stepped forward. “She twisted you.” “No,” Jeremiah said. “She opened my eyes. The Pact always served the Hales. Always punished those outside it. Seris is ending that.” “By creating monsters?” Kael spat. “By creating equals,” Jeremiah snapped. Ari shook her head. “You believed in Mira.” “I believed in peace. You brought war.” He stepped aside.

He felt so worthless at the moment. ‘Am I still worthy to be called a priest after this?’ Jeremiah thought, as a tear slipped down on his cheek, ‘I think it's better for them to kill me already, I shouldn't heal myself when Jayden tried to kill me in the park or I just let them behead me in public for a murderer I didn't commit… it would be much better than this…’ Jayden kneeled in front of his mate so he could see his face clearly, “thank you, Jeremiah, you are really a good soulmate.” He then kissed him passionately.

Jake told her, and Valerie tried desperately to remember who the she was he talked about. “And did you?” Was that the right question to ask? She didn’t know, to be honest. All she knew was that Damien finished toying with her breasts and glided a finger down her torso to her aching cunt. And god, did her pussy ache for him right then. Being toyed with while her brother talked to her on the phone was wrong, but the depravity of it was what turned her on the most. Shame colored her cheeks at that admission, as well.

she stuttered “ then I don’t see the issue of you coming back with me?” I questioned “ I just I’m not going back there” she mumbled walking out of the kitchen “ there has to be something she isn’t telling us” Creed addressed “ she isn’t hiding something, she has a past in the US. One that you can tell wasn’t so pleasant. Instead of pressuring her to go back Alexander maybe try to find out why she’s so hell bent on not” grandma shrugged walking out of the kitchen as well

His goal was clear: to undermine Jeremy's success as head coach and reclaim the position for himself. Despite the turmoil, Jeremy remained resolute. His focus was split between managing the Cannibals and his new venture with the Denver Outlaws. The women's football league had recently approved the sale of the Outlaws to Jeremy, a move that marked a significant milestone in his career. With this new responsibility, Jeremy had to make strategic decisions quickly and effectively. One of his first was to hire Chris Wixson, affectionately known as "The Wiz," as the Outlaws' QB coach. This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close frie

he joked and I chuckled. He went back to texting and I came to realize he wasn’t talking with Leia when he scoffed while clutching his phone angrily. “What happened?” I frowned. “It’s Isaac, he still has nothing on Jessica Gera. Can you imagine the fucker wasn’t able to deliver a single info!" Jericho ranted and I groaned.

The hard line of his length pushed firmly into my lower back, and I let out a shaky breath. A quiet curse slipped past his lips. “Fuck, Jenna…” His voice sounded completely strained, like he was fighting a war inside his own head. “What are we doing?” he whispered, his lips barely inches from my ear. "I should be asking you," I breathed. My heart was hammering against my ribs. For a second, I forgot he was my stepbrother. I forgot I was supposed to hate him. I just wanted him to turn me around and finish what he started.

＜ Carrick said and I was about to bid him goodbye when I suddenly remember something. ＞Anyway, I suggest you start looking for this guy in the north, Carrick. Don't forget that this guy has a son named Kendrick, I know there's a lot of guy with the name Benjie out there.＜ I suggested to him when I suddenly remember what Freya just said earlier, she said she runs towards the south so I have a strong feeling that this Benjie guy is hiding somewhere in the north. He should start hiding now because I swear he'll gonna regret everything that he did to my mate and her mother. I know that tracking this guy with little to no information is fucking tough but I'm willing to wait for months or worst ye