Jeremy Dake Novels & Stories

"I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword pack. I reject you, Annie, as my mate. Everything between us is done." "Damon?" I blurted, my face washed with tears. "Do you really want to do this?"

Before she could say anything more, Derek stormed in. His presence was a dark cloud, his smirk a permanent fixture, a constant reminder of my precarious position. "Hazel," he sneered, "you're needed in the penthouse. Markos wants to see you. And don't think you're special just because you have his attention. Your days are numbered. I'll make sure Markos sees you for the snake you are. He shouldn't be with trash like you."

"Yes, you're right. I was also the one who chased you. I had no ill intentions towards you at all. I just wanted to see who you were because you look like Darren, my husband." "Your husband? The man who looks like me is your husband?" "He's the leader of Pack Kyne," Diana said proudly. Damien was even more shocked because he thought Adam was still the leader of this territory. Fortunately, Alpha Darren could read Damien's mind, so he immediately rectified the wrong thought. "Decades have passed, Adam has handed over his throne to me. I knew you were the rightful candidate for the throne because you were older than me. So when I knew you were still alive, I wanted to find you. I was willing t

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

Greta was feeling smug inside Jen’s head but thankfully was making no comment about it. Jen peered over the edge of the parapet as she heard voices directly below her and she watched as the recruits wandered over to the mini bus parked outside the Chapel. She could see Duncan was among them, his long black hair making him stand out. She wondered how she had never come across him in the month or so that he had been here. Maybe because she usually did the night guard and he, as an untrained guard would have only been permitted to work the day shifts. She had never got a good look at him before so she studied him intently. Jen saw he had filled out quite a lot since she first saw him that late

Although, he sounded like he had just been born with a thick Middle East accent. He nodded in agreement with Kairav's polite tone. "Well, good afternoon." He began, smiling slightly. "My name is David, and I am the CEO of Green Atlas Company." Mr. Adam confirmed that, and he motioned for Kairav to shake his hand. Kairav accepted it eagerly, hoping to gain the favor of his company. "My name is Kairav Alejandro. Did you know that the largest arms manufacturer in America is owned by us?" Kairav smiled warmly. Mr. Adam nodded in return.

"Your hands are shaking." Sadie forced herself to relax her grip, offering him a weak smile. "Just thinking about everything that's happened. It's been an overwhelming week." "That's an understatement," Derek muttered from the front seat where he rode beside the driver. His tone was carefully neutral, but Sadie caught the edge of something darker underneath. She would need to win Derek over, she realized. He was Damien's closest friend, his most trusted confidant. If Derek suspected her of ulterior motives, he could poison whatever tentative relationship she was trying to build with her new husband.

And he had been keeping something from her. He called Jake on a Thursday evening. Jake Mercer had been Damon’s closest friend for eleven years and had been in private security for most of his adult life, same as Damon, and he had the particular quality of people in that field who are very good at their jobs: he was almost impossible to surprise, and he never made you feel stupid for the thing you were confessing. Jake was already at the bar when Damon walked in. Broad shoulders, beard slightly overgrown, one hand around a whisky glass and another on the table. They had been coming there for years because nobody asked questions.

Aaron butted in. His eyes grew large like saucers, eagerly awaiting Jeremy’s response. “Yes.” Jeremy nodded. “Would you like to go to the hangar with me later so we can check out the plane?” He asked. My son’s eyes literally sparkled at the prospect. He turned his head in my direction to ask permission. “Can I, Mommy? Can I go with Daddy Jeremy later?” I bit my lip and looked at our visitor. Jeremy Quinn is a top-tier actor and producer of several blockbuster films. He also owns several real estate properties all over the country. He’s rich, and jetsetting is his lifestyle. But when he was not busy, he would spend his time on his ranch.

“We didn't know you would come and join us. Oh, or is it precisely because we have to take care of you that we have to postpone holding this celebration.” "No. You do it because you need me to help you.” Amora dug again and dug loose soil out of the hole. “Ahhh, this is perfect! Look! We can trap at least 3 deer here, right?” Dake nodded after inspecting the hole. “Yeah, it's perfect. I'll ask Alpha if we should make more or not.” Before Dake came out of the hole, someone suddenly approached them. He was a 10-year-old boy, with brown skin and light blue eyes. His appearance was almost the same as Dake's except that his hair was neat like company leaders in big cities.