Jeremy Renner Novels & Stories

He was quiet for a moment. “You’re planning something specific,” he said. “I am,” I said. “I’m not ready to share the details yet.” “Fair enough,” he said. “I’ll stand witness alongside Tessaly.” Renner of Westmarch was different. I had expected caution from him; he had been careful and measured since our first conversation, the diplomatic neutrality of an Alpha weighing significant political risk before committing to either side of a dispute that could reshape several treaty relationships depending on how it concluded. What I heard in his voice this time was something colder than caution.

There was a painting of a lighthouse on the wall, the kind of motivational image that was meant to suggest hope but mostly just looked lonely. Eliana sat on the edge of her chair. She didn’t touch the tissues. Her mother waited in the lobby, clutching a magazine she wasn’t reading, and Eliana could feel her anxiety through the walls like a radio tuned to the wrong frequency. Dr. Renner was sixtyish, with silver hair pulled back in a low bun and reading glasses that hung from a beaded chain around her neck. She had the look of someone who had spent decades listening to people describe their own private hells, and who had learned to wait without judgment.

"Ask." "The regional council," he said. "The three Alphas tied to that compact besides Thorne. If we could reach even one of them tonight, show them the ledger before Thorne arrives here — would that be enough to turn this? To make his arrival a liability instead of a victory for him?" Wren considered that, her jaw working. "Alpha Renner, from the eastern territory. He's always been the most reluctant about the compact, more interested in trade fairness than political dominance. If anyone would listen before Thorne can spin this his own way, it's him."

“I haven’t cried since I was twelve.” He didn’t joke. Just sat still. “That’s not a flex.” “I wasn’t trying to brag.” “Sometimes strength isn’t not crying,” he said. “Sometimes it’s knowing when to let yourself fall apart.” Natasha looked at him, unsettled by how much that hit. He just sipped his drink. She turned to the window. “Your turn.” “My real name’s not Jeremy.” “What?” “It’s Jeromias. But people butcher it, so... Jeremy is stuck.”

My voice interrupts. Ren is my partner in crime but he is a bit of a scaredy cat, always on the edge, overthinking every small thing. “We need to find a scapegoat before Sheena reaches us.” “She wouldn't reach us.” “Don't you remember Jerek's friend? He is quiet because he is scared but I am afraid he might open his mouth soon.” A knock on the door startles Ren. “W-Who is it?” He raises his voice, turning his head to the door.

The kind of silence that comes right before a storm breaks. Then my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out without even glancing at the screen. “What?” I snapped. “Sir, it’s Cal,” came the voice of one of my top IT analysts. At least someone who didn’t make my blood boil. “What is it?” I asked, still seething. “Talk.” “I found something,” Cal said. “That Jeremy guy? He’s not just some lunatic off the street. He’s from the Night Crawlers pack.”

Don smacked Dave across the face and growled at him. "Speak when spoken to!" I growled and Dave held a smirk on his face. "What the hell was that? Did I just hear a growl coming out of your mouth?" Jeremy looked terrified. "You want to know the truth!" He scrunched his eyebrows but nodded his head. "We're a supernatural creature known as wolves!" Helena smacked me and glared. "Don't sugarcoat it, Aaron!" Her voice dripped in sarcasm. I turned away and looked back at Jeremy who was trying to hold onto his laughter.

Mason walked in with his girlfriend holding his right arm and Jeremy walked beside them checking if Lena was amongst the crowd but unfortunately, she wasn’t one of them. Jermy is a new student who’s a friend of Mason and has heard a lot about the Famous school girl Lena who was said to be the best poet, songwriter and singer at school and the most chill girl. Jeremy is a young actor and writer. Almost every girl at his old school bowed to his feet and the guys hung around him. Jeremy is tall, with white pale skin, curly brown hair which rests around his head, his thick brown brows, tight jawline, and a pointed nose. gold grille teeth which often came out whenever he had his mischievous smirk

Alpha Rick I tell everyone that I want to meet with them in my office. My wife, Josh and Mary are here with me waiting on Miranda, Marc, Bex and the others. Miranda arrives first looking nervous being called into the Alpha’s office. Teddy and Jenni arrive shortly after. I watch as Jenni gives Miranda a once over with absolute anger and maybe a bit of hate in her eyes. Teddy as well seems to be uncomfortable with this she-wolf in our presence. “Miranda, please take a seat as we wait for the others.” She walks over to the chair in front of the fireplace, sitting on edge looking almost like a scared rabbit. I mind-link my warriors outside the door telling them to enter once Marc and Rebecca arr

someone suddenly calls from a distance. Jeremy leaves Gail in a rush and meets Bren. He’s Ken’s cousin who grew up with them in Horizon Town. It was when he finished junior high school when his family moved to Australia. He’s in third year in university now, and since he’s on break, he’s back in the country. “What’s up, my man??” Bren exchanges a high-five with Jeremy and hugs him with excitement. “Look at this hottie, getting more and more gorg!” Jeremy hisses at him. “Australia must be good to you, no need to ask how you have been. You seem so fine.”