Jeremiah Valeska Novels & Stories

Her father had been captured when Valeska was only ten, and had become a victim of the infamous Caravan of Death. Shamira's heart broke a little as she listened to her new colleague's tale. Being born into that kind of oppression and losing your father that way . . . Shamira had it easy by comparison. Valeska seemed comfortable talking about these things, probably because she'd accepted them a long time ago. She had been a cold and calculating revolutionary, killing who she could in the new Chile's upper echelons and hoping for a shot at Pinochet himself. But even after being forced out of power and being arrested, she'd never been able to get to him. But once one started down the road she h

“We’ve been planning this for months, but something feels off. I don’t know if it’s the tension with some of the alphas or the rumors I’ve been hearing, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something.” Jeric set down his papers and leaned against a nearby tree, his arms crossed. “You’ve always been the cautious one. That’s why I wanted you at my side for this. Valeria’s going to need someone who’s as wary as you are. But trust me—this is going to work. She’s ready.” I looked at him, searching for any flicker of doubt in his eyes. There was none. Jeric was as steady as ever, his confidence in Valeria unshaken.

His shoulders are broader, his jawline sharp. And so help me God, I can faint from his grey piercing eyes fixed intensely on me and his wet muscular naked body—except a towel wrapped from his waist down. “I'm with Caleb,” I say, my voice firm, yet, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. “You are?” “Jeremías Cruz,” he states firmly. “His stepbrother. And the one who actually likes his privacy.”

Jeremiah’s room despite being big and tidy most of the time was now ransacked and covered with rubbish. He stayed near the back of his study desk, his back pressed to the glass window where the curtain had been pulled to turn the room darker, as if this was his way to hide himself. Starvos’s veins pop on his forehead. This human. This coward. This bastard! How could he ever lose his precious Elizabeth to such a small human who was filled with greed and vileness? “Jeremiah!” Starvos yelled on top of his tongue, quickly running toward Jeremiah with his claymore.

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

“You?” “I didn’t spend years running an empire without learning how to break through firewalls,” he said. “Damien thinks he’s untouchable, but he’s not. He bleeds like the rest of us.” Valeria studied him. For a moment, she saw the man he had been before, before betrayal, before ambition had swallowed him whole. But she forced the thought away. She couldn’t afford softness now. “Fine,” she said. “We work together. But understand this, Ares, this is about my daughter. Nothing else.”

"My name is Rhea Valerius. I am the ward of the Valerius Family, especially Carmen Valerius, you should have heard my name somewhere." The name hit the air like a lead weight. Monte’s eyes widened, and he visibly stiffened. But I wasn't done. I leaned forward, looking directly at the still-kneeling Jeremy. "And my husband? The man you just threatened to kill and demanded I divorce? His name is Alaric Vale. He is the CEO of Vale Enterprises, and a very jealous man if I might add. So once he sees this video, I'm not sure he's going to like it." I finished, twirling a piece of hair around my hair around my fingers.

Trusted him enough to surrender to him. Will she do it again? The door opened and Jeremiah stood there with Valerie. She was thanking him for something, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide. And then she stood on her tiptoes and fucking kissed him on the cheek, before she left with a wave in my direction like we were long lost friends. “What the fuck was that?” I growled, my eyes narrowing on him. “Watch it.” I ignored his warning as I demanded, “Tell me, what did you talk to her about.”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

And Nivera, unable to speak, simply leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn’t forceful. It wasn’t rehearsed. It was desperate—soft lips pressing against his with years of repressed emotion hidden beneath it. Valerian’s body tensed. For a moment, he didn’t move. Then his hands rose—not to pull her closer, but to gently push her away. He pulled back just enough to see her face. His breath caught. She looked… fragile. Eyes wide with vulnerability, mouth trembling with longing. “Nivera…” he whispered.