Jeremy Fry Novels & Stories

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

As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

“Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, strong, and lethal they are is going to be the research for Mercile that blows our competitors out of the water. Every guy will want to buy what we’ve stirred up. That damn Jacob could have cost us a prime one. He’s too valuable to take risks with.” Her eyes closed to hide her relieved tears. They wouldn’t

What a blinded hypocrite. “Don’t you get it? There is also going to be some huge investment deal, like when you tried to have Chelsey marry that Trevor guy. Its never ending, but sooner or later it will be pointless, nothing left to return to. I’m not marrying Britney Hudson! I… I think I have feelings for Erika Stevens.” Jeremy blurted out in a haste.

"Felix, look at what has transpired. We almost had a rift that could never be healed." Felix grinned. "So, Mr. Jeremy, are you saying that you won't try to end my life anymore?" Jeremy's face flushed with humiliation, and he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. The echoes of his family's taunts still echoed in his head, fueling a sudden outburst of anger. "Shut up, all of you! Show some respect! Felix is Madam Goddard's disciple, and you have no right to mock him. Apologize to him immediately!"

He will slander Jake! Jeremy turned around immediately and rushed down the stairs, running inside the kitchen as if he had forgotten the chicken in the oven. Once inside, he fished his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and texted Jake. Jeremy: [DON'T FUCKING COME DOWNSTAIRS, NOT MATTER WHAT, AND DON'T MAKE ANY FUCKING SOUND! RYDER IS HERE!!!]

Why not if he is the son of the owner of The Skye and SE Group and the founder of Amore Foundation. Despite the kind of life his parents have given him, Jeremy has remained down to earth. He prefers to live normally. He never wishes for a flashy life because he hates to be the center of everyone's attention, in the first place. In his entire life, he has never experienced having his own bodyguards. He only had a driver when he was young but right after he turned at legal age to drive, he never had one anymore. Even how he dresses up, Jeremy is not the type to brag. Oftentimes, he is just in a plain shirt, jeans and sneakers. His tall height, good body proportion and handsome facial features

Both stupid and crazy. He started to march forward, his face twisted in a sneer, but then his eyes landed on Laziel. Jeremy froze. He didn't just stop; he stumbled, his boots catching on the stone threshold. His face went from tan to a ghostly, sickly white in three seconds flat. He lifted a shaking hand, pointing a finger at Laziel as if he were looking at a demon. "L... Laziel?" Jeremy gasped, his voice cracking like a teenager's. "No. No! That’s impossible! Laziel is dead! We saw... everyone said you were dead! How can you still be alive?"

Jeremy huffed, but he stood and listened. “I don’t know if I have told you about me, but I grew up all my life in foster care, and I have never had a friend. But when we met, you were quick to be one of those few people, or maybe the only person I can refer to as my best friend. I shared everything with you because I see you as my friend. I am sorry you had feelings for me, but I am afraid I can’t reciprocate them as I already like another. Believe me, it would be an honor to have you as my partner because I know how caring and loving you are. But I am sorry; I can’t give you what you want.” Jeremy took a deep breath, and he looked at me as if trying to determine if I was bluffing or not. Wh

And even if the fries aren’t air-fried, they are deep-fried. And why am I having these kind of argument with myself? I slapped my hand on my forehead as I walked towards the kitchen, shrugging those thoughts off. The moment I went inside, I saw Jeremy pouring the fries on the airfryer. He turned to look at me as he was doing it. “Here.” I handed him the powder without looking at him. He poured the remaining fries and set the plastic aside before getting it from my hand. “Thanks.” I just nodded at him and was about to turn my back when one of my feet suddenly stepped on something wet and slippery. A gasp came out from my mouth as I prepared my fall. Holy shit!