Jeremy Francis Novels & Stories

he insisted, his voice trembling. "Who did you swear your loyalty to when you joined this frat?" The guard's lips trembled as he tried to speak. "Who?" Donovan thundered, startling him. "The- the- the Fraternity, the P.O." he stammered. "So now, start talking." "I- Sir- P.O, I don't know what- I went out to get a drink. I left the key with- " He paused, unable to go on as Donovan shook his head, his patience wearing thin.

They are even recommending him for the presidency after his unbiased sentiment at Sophia and Cassandra's trial. He has recruited more security guards for me and Alex since I left the hospital. I told him I would like to go back to work after all things said and done. He is still thinking about it. "Hi, Erica or should I say, ma'am?" Frank said smiling while walking towards me. "Frank! So good to see you again" I said, smiling while giving him a warm hug. My eyes suddenly meets Damian prying eyes, I saw him tighten his jaws and his attention divided from the person he was talking with to Frank and me. I quickly ended the hug, as a bit of laughter escaped my lips.

He cocked his brow and stared at Jerry with a look that read "really? Did you take me for a fool who wouldn't notice?" Jerry stared at the floor guiltily. "Show me!" Alex ordered. "I... I. They are... I "Jerry stuttered hesitating. Rage flooded Alex's head as he roared. "I said, show me! What the fuck is in your hands?" What he didn't know was that his roar had alerted Jasmine and Elle, who were walking towards Damien's study. They stopped short and listened in on what was going on. Jerry brought out what he was hiding with trembling hands and it was revealed to be letters that were about three to six.

His goal was clear: to undermine Jeremy's success as head coach and reclaim the position for himself. Despite the turmoil, Jeremy remained resolute. His focus was split between managing the Cannibals and his new venture with the Denver Outlaws. The women's football league had recently approved the sale of the Outlaws to Jeremy, a move that marked a significant milestone in his career. With this new responsibility, Jeremy had to make strategic decisions quickly and effectively. One of his first was to hire Chris Wixson, affectionately known as "The Wiz," as the Outlaws' QB coach. This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close frie

Jessica started "Which Montego?" Emilly, another maid, cut her off and they all glared at her. "Anyway…" said Jessica rolling her eyes for special effects. "She was telling the senior Montego that they should celebrate Sir Dominic's coming birthday. There have been some struggles lately with the family business, so they need something to celebrate." She spilled the beans. "But I heard that he and his younger brother, Eric, don't get along. They once tried to kill each other." Emily interjected.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“I’m out. Need air.” “Where to, boss?” Tony asked, mid-scroll on his tablet. “Seeing an old friend,” Jeremy said, already halfway to the door. “Call if you get something.” Bruno, his Chief of Security, fell in step behind him, silent and hulking. The SUV roared through the city, cutting past honking cabs and suits on sidewalks. Jeremy stared out, mind churning. He needed a break—and advice. Senator Terrence owed him a chat. Terrence had been his university buddy a decade back—wild nights, big dreams. Now he was a U.S. Senator, polished and powerful, while Jeremy ran the underworld and aimed for Italy’s top seat. They hadn’t seen each other since, but the news kept them linked.

“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

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.

I could see the whole of New York from where I was standing and all its impressive night lights. “What are you talking about?” I asked as I slowly turned around. I was calm while he was angry. That had always been our dynamic. He wore his emotions on his face and mannerisms proudly, I didn’t. I preferred not to let people know what I was thinking or feeling. It made me a little unpredictable and it got people frustrated enough to reveal what they were feeling. “You what I’m talking about, fucker. You hired Hazel fucking Thompson.” He stated. “I did and this is my hotel so I don’t understand how that concerns you.”