Jeremy Gilbert 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

However, before Leonardo could walk away in search of AB negative blood type for his patient, he heard a weak voice behind him: “I’m AB negative.” The two men turned their necks toward Gilbert, who shrank backwards immediately. When he hit the wall, he said firmly, “I am a healthy person. Just test my blood. I can save my father’s life.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer, and the two men could tell. “Fine. Come with me.” In the next few minutes, Gilbert’s blood was drawn and texted, only for the nurse to return and gleefully lead him toward where he could lie down to have his blood drawn.

' Gilbert's question instantly turned the warm atmosphere cold. 'Are you trying to kick me out?' Dean asked, narrowing his eyes. Gilbert rolled his eyes dramatically. Then he snorted and stared at Dean sharply. 'You came here for observation, not to settle down. You should be self-aware. Don't just stay here indefinitely without knowing when to leave.'

"Don't be scared of him. He's just used to scaring people with that face of his." The person who came in was Gilbert. Perhaps because he had been in the military and held a high position, his handsome face always carried a fierce, intimidating look. It was quite scary. Only in front of Millie would he show a gentler side. "Don't lead Whitney astray. Once she's seen the world outside, she'll lose even more interest in Caleb." Whitney didn't know how to respond to that and remained silent. Caleb sneered, "If Millie wants to have some fun, shouldn't you reflect on yourself, Gilbert? Seems like you’re too old now to satisfy Millie."

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

I looked at the ID and rolled my eyes, it was Damian. “It is my business, Sierra,” Gilbert said, which caught my attention as I looked at him. “Because there's more than just the public and becoming the legal parent of the triplets,” he said, and I looked at him confused. “I love you,” he confessed, and I gasped and my phone fell off my hands.

Calvin couldn't help but laugh, "Gilbert, your Benjamin was so embarrassed just now." Gilbert walked over and sat down, seeing his game character had died. He felt a bit regretful. Why did I die again? Speaking of gaming, he wasn't as skilled as Tod. Calvin said, "I'll go cook." Gilbert shook his head and said, "No, I'll order takeout. I'll treat you. I can't eat your cooking. It's too plain and watery. I get hungry before bed." Calvin: "..." Was his cooking really that bad?

Mr Gilbert yelled at him with all the anger within him. Derek grabbed him and pushed him back. "You don't have the right to talk to him like that." Derek cautioned. "Get your hand off me." Gilbert warned and threw off his hand before leaving there, his family followed and that was the end of the funeral. After a week. Anthony and Sonia have returned back to California, Mr Gilbert was working on his laptop when he got a message from his father. He has never used his phone to message him. He read the message and got up immediately.

I opened my eyes and saw a gorgeous woman with dark hair and beautiful gray eyes. She had made the tree explode into a million pieces, and I looked at the now-vanished tree in shock. She sat on Asher’s car’s passenger seat, making me gasp. “Ash?” I asked, making him chuckle. “The name’s Emily. Nice to meet you, honey. Now, let's go kick some ass, shall we?” she says as Asher steps on it, surpassing us. “Was that-” “Emily Slate, former beta, Tyler’s wife. She’s their healer and a witch herself. She's pretty cool, huh?” Hunter says, making me look at him in amazement.

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.