Jeremiah Valeska Novels & Stories

His posture stiffened into an array of pure military wariness. We were half-brothers, sharing a father but born of different mothers. The court vipers always whispered that I shouldn't trust him—that Caleb harbored a secret, burning jealousy toward me and my crown. But I had never doubted him. He possessed a good heart, and I held unwavering faith in our brotherhood. “Who do you think is behind it?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

dad rasped, pulling me into him, "I'm so sorry this happened to you. But, you're a fighter. You know that. You're half me and half your mom. She may have been killed on the job but she went out a fighter. I fight every day to stay alive. You're doing the same. If anyone can recover from this, it's you." "I don't believe that daddy," I admitted, letting the tears silently roll down my cheeks, "I can't do anything for myself." "I know," he cooed, running a comforting hand up and down my arm, "and I'm not exactly thrilled that Jericho is here to help but, at the same time, I wouldn't trust anyone else. He's a good kid." "The best," I choked on a half sob and half-laugh. "I'm going to be free th

"I won’t stand here and let you yell at my Skylight." Jeremiah gulped painfully. "You are stronger than me because all of you are supernatural beings. But don’t forget the fact that you hurt a human. My innocent parents were killed. All I wanted was just a little vengeance. What’s so wrong with that?" His voice broke, tears glistening in his eyes. "Jeremiah," I whispered, but he cut me off. "I don’t need your pity, Aria. Just leave me alone." "Jere..." "Go away, Aria!" he snapped again, louder this time. "If you think I’d continue being friends with you, then you’re wrong. I can never be friends with a vampire. Just go! Leave me alone!" he yelled despite his pain.

Jeremy returned and they parted ways. Skipping to his house which wasn't too far from school, Jeremy whistled happily. Everything was going well,his life was great. Not perfect, just great. Jeremy Sanders Watson was a teenage boy of 16 who excelled in his academics. Sure he wasn't an A+ student but he always strived to be higher than average, he never wanted to disappoint his mum,she was the only thing he had and he loved her to pieces.

“Another Vale. Someone we don’t know about.” Two Hours Later, Underground Archive, Safe House Selene worked fast, decrypting one file after another. The room glowed with green code and red alarms. “This is it,” she whispered. “Evelyn kept logs, scans, documents, AI-linked health reports.” Julian leaned in. “What are we looking at?” Selene tapped twice, and a medical record appeared. Subject: Valeria Vale Status: Female. Age: 21. Location: Classified. Project: CHIMERA.

“Yes, my king.” Heeding Cronus’ order, Gabriel was ready to carry out the job. “My king, our sources in River Watcher Inn reported that Jeremiah has been sent to the detention center to kill Kaze to avenge Alan. “Jeremiah was Alan’s bodyguard twenty years ago and the top killer in South River state. I doubt anyone in Lilyrose is a worthy opponent to him. “Gabriel and he could cross paths and end up fighting instead of focusing on Kaze,” Angel said.

Oh shit" Jemi heard the thud. She went back to the sitting room. Emma's dad had her sketch pad, looking at it with sheer interest, when he saw her he said sincerely " this is the cleanest sketch I ever saw" "Thanks" so as not to seem rude she added "it's Greek" " figured that out, I'm Greek, Grey hair messed up the sleek look" Jemi didn't expect the laugh, but it came, pouring out from her throat, "sorry didn't mean that" "No offence taken," he stretched his right hand 'name's Lucas"

"You weren't kidding. This really does smell awful. Although, to be fair, I think it's the dead fish and not the penguins. Look at them in their little tuxedos." "Those are their feathers, you know. They aren't wearing tuxedos," Jeremey laughs again. The brighter his spirit becomes, the more I enjoy his company. Then, finally, he takes his hoodie off. A layer of his true self reveals itself to me. Jeremy is like a plant that needs watering to bloom into something extraordinary. Has anyone ever believed in him before? I doubt it. He rolls up his sleeves, and I see all the scars-the old and new ones. The ugly truth reveals itself to me that somewhere within him, Jeremy Davis wants to die. The

Jamie is known for being a terror and didn't even care about why we wanted to leave the group, he's always happy to cause mayhem, and being paid to do it is just an added bonus for him. Shouting draws our attention to the front of the line where Jamie has dramatically fallen over and is screaming bloody murder, that boy deserves an Ascor award. Unfortunately, we don't have time to stay around and watch the scene unfold. We need to get our asses away from here and quickly. "Let's go," I whisper yell and we haul our asses towards the narrow lane that will lead us to where we want to go. Goddess, please look after us.

Jeremy insisted, sharing a glimpse of his own painful experiences. "Yeah, right," Melissa replied skeptically. Jeremy chuckled, his gaze meeting hers with warmth. "Believe it or not, I wasn't born rich, despite what you might think. I went through my fair share of hardships growing up," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. Melissa's eyes widened when she realised his vulnerability. She hadn't expected Jeremy to open up about his past. "I'm sorry, I didn't know," she said softly, her teasing demeanor giving way to genuine empathy.