Jeremy Francis Novels & Stories

Lord Jeremy said. "I doubt that." "Wha–" Lord Jeremy was not facing him so he get the metal tube beside the sink and hit him on the back. The man groaned in pain but he didn't let him breath again and stab him on the chest using the tube. Blood scatted around the room. Francis makes his breath even first before washing his hands and the metal tube. Then he brought the metal tube with him on the third floor– specifically on the library. He made sure that no one saw him.

Jeremy returned and they parted ways. Skipping to his house which wasn't too far from school, Jeremy whistled happily. Everything was going well,his life was great. Not perfect, just great. Jeremy Sanders Watson was a teenage boy of 16 who excelled in his academics. Sure he wasn't an A+ student but he always strived to be higher than average, he never wanted to disappoint his mum,she was the only thing he had and he loved her to pieces.

Hunter spoke to Francis, urging him to make time for his child and explaining why his child had been acting out. At first, Francis was reluctant to listen, arguing that it wasn’t Hunter’s place to interfere in their family issues, especially since Hunter wasn’t a "true Bryant." But Hunter didn’t let that stop him from making Francis understand his shortcomings as a father.

But he still up for a little challenge to win her heart. “How old are you, Mr.?" Jamie said… On the other hand, Francis has the hesitation to tell his age because she already knows Jamie’s age. He paused and look at her… ”I’m 43” Jamie was quite surprised by his age… He is so young by the looks of it… She started to feel insecure about that aspect… “No kidding!” she said as she was about to laugh but Francis look makes her serious as he is. “ Ok! I believe you now..” She said.

Across the aisle, Francis looked calm as he sat. At first, everything seemed to be going really well for our side. Grandfather’s lawyer, opened strong, painting Francis as a disgruntled opportunist trying to steal half of Harrington Tech through baseless claims. Then Grandfather took the stand, his voice steady and commanding as he leaned into the microphone.

Usually, I would have made some kind of snarky remark at his assumption, but he was completely right, and I didn’t want to put anyone at risk by having a mental breakdown while we were in the middle of a fight. “That’s fair. The only other thing Wes mentioned was that Adrian is ‘keeping it in the family’. Whatever the fuck that means. He kind of said it to himself and I accidentally electrocuted him straight after.” Dean shrugged his shoulders as if electrocution was a daily occurrence. “Remind me to never put you in charge of prisoners without supervision.” Julius shook his head. “I’ll pay him a visit once we’re done here.” “I’ll come.” I interjected. Both men swivelled their bodies towards

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

Eyes tightly closed, I just waiting for the pain to end. I smelled him as he slammed the door open. He was rooted to the spot on the floor. If anything it confirmed I looked like shit. “DESMOND THEODORE WRIGHT, FUCKING MOVE.” Even I jumped, Marcus yelling at Desmond. I also mentally made a note that if I did make it out of this to absolutely make fun of his middle name. Maybe I would start calling him Teddy from now one. The thought made me smile but my lips wouldn’t move, my bite on the towel too strong.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

he said with that annoying smirk, and I suddenly had the urge to wipe it off his face. “ This is private. Excuse us,” Killian said, his voice rigid. “You may want to read this, brother,” Tobias said, stressing the word BROTHER with thick sarcasm. He ignored Killian and he tossed the newspaper on the table, sliding it closer to him. And on the front page, a headline in bold red screamed : “Beauty and the Bastard: Emery Sinclair's Dangerous Game With Mr Wolfe And Mr Sinclair.”