Jeremy Renner Novels & Stories

he said simplistically. "Paris!" I exclaimed. "Let's go to Paris!" "Paris it is," he replied. "And if anyone asks, I'm an Italian rogue living in America and my name is Romano De'Meritchi and you are um...my cousin and your name is... Eleonora De'Meritchi." "Eleonora De'Meritchi...got it," I repeated just before my phone started ringing. "Leo's calling. Why would he be calling?"

but then Jeremiah remembered that Renee had killed a few people that he knew, killing Engram’s mother would be common sense for him. “It's alright Jeremiah,” Engram smiled bitterly, “it's all in the past and I have moved on, thanks to you…” Jeremiah suddenly blushed. But he didn't reply to Engram’s word. ‘Is it only me? Or he just hit me a while ago? Well I’m no longer a priest now, so I think it's okay for me to have a relationship with someone… but still, he’s my cousin,’ Jeremiah then observed Engram down from his muscular body then slowly went up to his handsome face. He gulped, ‘a long lost hot cousin…’

Instantly, Jeremy’s protective instincts took over. “Shit.” Jeremy shifted and sprinted after her, running as fast as his four legs could carry him. She was fast, but he gained on her quickly. She dodged left, then right, trying to throw him off her trail. Had he been any other wolf, she might have outmaneuvered him. But he wasn’t just any wolf. He was Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, and he’d made it his life’s work to be outplayed by no one.

They had the border report open and all wore the look of people trying to control a situation that just sped out of their hands. Alfredo looked up as I came in. “You heard,” he said. “Fifty warriors,” I said, crossing to the table. “What do we know about Renner?” Fred answered, “Sixty years old. Alpha of Caldwell for thirty-five years. Conservative, traditional. He’s the type that acts first and talks later.” He paused, his voice lower. “He lost his eldest son two years ago. The boy was killed in a border fight with a pack that claimed Ashborne territory rights.”

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

“We find a way to test both of them and see if anything matches, and after that we can continue with the plan you have, which is what by the way?” “I met a man who claims Reyna resembles a man high in the business world, and far more dangerous than you can ever think. And according to Joe's search, he also found something like that.” Niko replied. “Then we better do the test fast, and then try to see if we can get more information about this man. Did he give you his name?” “He only said Jeremy.” “Jeremy?” Lucas said again with raised brows. Niko and Joe stared at him, waiting for his next words,

Bo said seriously. “Really? And what do you know about Jericho?” “Jericho is this crazy ass white dude that always gets the job done. He doesn’t even blink, man. He kills you so quick you don’t even know you dead,” he said and I laughed. “Word is he’s ice cold too, doesn’t feel a thing and he can get real creative. You know him?” “Yeah, I know him,” I said. “His last job paid nine hundred.” Bo’s eyes widened in shock. “No shit? Nine hundred? Damn, man.”

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

Denver said. “Is that my cousin on the phone? Say Hi to him!” I heard Rex’s voice at the other end of the call. “Why the fuck is that punk chillin’ in my house?” “ Let’s talk later Jeremy, I will handle him.”Denver whispered and ended the call. ‘NORA!’ I don’t want her to have an encounter with Rex again. Knowing fully well that I can’t get stopped by any police officer for driving late or driving drunk because Denver is their boss and I, Denver’s boss. I packed my things and left the hotel for my house.