Jeremy Fitzgerald Novels & Stories

Feeling a little uncomfortable, Felicia said, "Mr. Gilbert, it's me, Felicia. "His eyes sparked with recognition. Jeremy's former mentor, Nate Gilbert, had served as the president of Capital College. By the time Felicia began studying under Jeremy, he had already retired, but he continued to watch out for her, even taking her to conferences. She was the most gifted pupil he had encountered since Jeremy, he used to say. Of all Jeremy's students, she had undoubtedly received the most attention. In the hopes that she would continue, Nate had even introduced her to eminent academics overseas. to obtain her doctorate.

Asher said. “I thought you were trying to kidnap her.” The woman was short and petite, but had a feisty look in her eye. “In Two Bear Meadow?” Asher chuckled again, and the baby made a chortling sound, and smiled. “Well, nobody has ‘pervert’ tattooed on their foreheads,” she said, and Asher grinned at her. “Major Asher Fitzgerald,” he said, out of habit. “Retired.” “Maggie Conroy,” she said, as her eyes darted around.

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

Lucia also ignored my phone, she just took care of me all day and gave me love, while the time passed slowly. The next day I could walk and lie down in bed like a normal person, I no longer depended on Lucia to get up and change my clothes, I remembered how difficult it had been to live a few hours ago. However, when I left the room to join Matheus, my girlfriend's father was in the living room. He looked at me somewhat indignantly. "So you're Jared Ackerman?" "Uh... Yeah..." "The wolves in the woods are pretty weird, especially the ones in your family. Did you know your dad was a mobster and did time?"

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin

“Very sure. This is Jeremy Carter we're talking about. The same Jeremy that played an entire football match with a fractured wrist because he didn't want to lose to Chicago.” I sniff and wipe under my eyes. “The same Jeremy," she continues, "that got tackled so badly during nationals that people thought he broke his spine, but this idiot stood up three minutes later and still scored the winning touchdown.” I let out a small laugh. She points at me immediately. “Exactly. You know what I mean. A man like that can't die easily. Death will probably see him coming and decide it doesn't want the stress.” Ok now I really laugh. She joins in immediately, and for a few seconds, the hospital around us

The board member's name is Gerald Fitch. I know him the way you know anyone you've worked with for four years without ever fully trusting — which is to say, well enough to be dangerous to both of us. He's sixty-one. Came from old money that got newer through a series of smart real estate plays in the nineties. He joined my board because my grandfather invited him, which I accepted without examining closely enough because my grandfather was dead and I was grieving and building an empire simultaneously and some things slip through.

"The ball's no longer in Mr. Fitzgerald's court." The detective shrugged. "True, but he can decide to drop the charges and refuse to testify on behalf of the DA. I'm sure the state of Georgia will take Mr. Fitzgerald's recommendation very seriously. They're a little overwhelmed at this time with other issues, as is Mr. Fitzgerald." Mr. Owen lifted his hand, silencing my rebuttal. "What does he propose?" "Mr. Fitzgerald agreed not to pursue the charges of aggravated battery if you agree to honor the marriage of his daughter and accept the limitations set forth in a restraining order restricting your contact with Mrs. Spencer."

It's been ten years since then and he proved he is good at what he does and the company has developed exponentially. That was not the only rumor she heard about Jeremy when she lived here. Some say he likes girls – as in little girls which is a federal offense but he gets away with it because he is rich. Some say he only sleeps with s*x workers, some say he truly loved Mr. Fitzgerald and he can't love anyone else. It is a fact that he is a belligerent gang- lord, and apart from that, the rumors about him were plenty. None of it is good.

Jeremiah can't do anything to me. Fitz paused, realizing that his brother interpreted the other man's words better than him. Jeremiah Prescott wanted Dimitri gone from Bull Creek and probably had no clue Fitz even existed. Was their father really there to help Dimitri? That seemed odd for the man who didn't even want his youngest child to leave Draven Falls and wrote him off the minute Dimitri loaded his car and left.