Jeremy Dake Novels & Stories

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

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash

Linda's voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to her with a weak smile, responding, "I'm fine. I was just thinking if you'd like something to eat or drink." Linda chuckled softly, placing her hand on mine as she spoke, "It's okay. I'm here to spend time with you. Besides, judging by the way Dean rushed off, it seems like he's in a hurry." I smiled back at her and nodded, my eyes flickering back to Drake, who seemed lost in contemplation by the window. "Do you need anything?" I inquired, as he turned to me with a grin mirroring Linda's. Glancing at Linda, I decided to answer the question she had posed to me, "Drake has some work to do, so he'll be away for a week. I guess it's just me

He asked as she licked her lips. “Yes, that was an internship, I stopped because I had an accident when I was going to work, and then… COVID happened,” She replied, his calm self giving her a kind of rush. A trust even perhaps. The way his shoulders were so relaxed made her want to have that kind of energy within herself, the way that white shirt was hugging around his chest, those fingers moved with the slightest ease, making the watch he wore on his right-hand shine. “I see, why do you want to have a job, your degree is not even finished yet,” He questioned, ‘because my dad is bedridden? No, not that much truth,’

“No, honey. I’m not gonna sell it. I miss her, too.” “Come on, Lor,” Kirsten said, slinging the diaper bag over her arm and reaching for the doorknob while she balanced Anson and gestured for her daughter to come along. A cold blast of air hit Memory as she walked to the door with them, and she folded her arms against her chest. “All I’m saying is, think about it, Memory. His name is—Dakota something. Bridges? Branson? Brooks—Jen said he grew up in Caramel. Her husband knows him from college. He’s a good guy.”

"You're pretty too. What's your name?" "Leah. What's yours?" The smile on her face became bigger. "Nina." Jeremy wanted to celebrate. His plan was working! Who would resist this charming daughter of his! Look at this! Look! From outside the restaurant, Jake who had poked his head inside to take a look at what was happening rolled his eyes at the grinning like an idiot, Jeremy. Still, he couldn't help but be amazed at how skilled his friend was with girls. Maybe he should ask him for advice with Ry-... A chronic blush spread on his face. What the hell was he thinking about! He doesn't like Ryder anymore!

“Not anymore. I don't know how things are going to happen and I don't know how I'm going to be able to manage them, but hiding is not an option for me anymore.” His hand slid down to my waist, pulling me to him. “You’re not hiding. I know. But you’re allowed to breathe too. Sometimes you're allowed to feel your pain and you are allowed to give yourself a break for it.” I rested my head against his chest, breathing in the faint scent of cedar and warmth that always clung to him. Safe. That was what Damon felt like, even when I was angry, even when I wanted to scream. He wrapped his arm around me, holding me tight. He understood that I needed this. He understood why I needed it, but I hated th

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

David looked out of his jet as it landed on the tarmac of the airport straight into his private hanger, a privilege only a few in the world enjoy. "Douglas! " He called out to his personal assistant who was vigorously tapping on his laptop but immediately put it away hearing his boss call out to him. "Brief me again about her. " He said and Douglas nodded and took out a file. "She works at Sephora as a manger and lives with her best friend name Mimi Jackson who works as an assistant to a one Mr Decker of Decker construction and has a three years old daughter by name Nora Ariel Morganza. "