Jeremy Renner Novels & Stories

Creed asked making me jump at his sudden voice ringing in my ear “ uh yeah I’m fine” I whispered. “ Alex heard it all and is currently losing his shit. Can you place the device anywhere?” He asked. I hate this, I hate that my plan is causing him pain “ yeah, the coffee table my hands are tied together though so it’s made it difficult.” I mumbled “ it’s difficult but not impossible” Ryan huffed

He sounded very unimpressed and, as usual, bored, "Mr. Minnette had showed me his designs today for one of his clients." I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, feeling frown lines etch themselves onto my forehead, "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I know who you're speaking of." He sighed in what sounded liked deep frustration, voice turning deeper as he said, "Jaxon Minnette, ring any bells?" Face palming myself due to my stupidity, I quickly said, "Oh, what about his designs?" "He had mentioned that you had helped him with it," Gunnar mused in what sounded like disbelief.

No, no, no. Jeremy had even less interest in what Aiden was talking about. He inwardly groaned, wanting Aiden to shut up so Ryder could leave the house. But he didn't shut up. When Jeremy had listened to him seriously talking about the math competition, he thought that perhaps he was mistaken, and Aiden had no idea about Jake and Ryder, but as the punk kept talking, even repeating the same sentences a few times, he changed his mind. This fucker was trying to stall Ryder!!!! I have to do something!

“What about you? Tell me about yourself.” Jeremy was relieved to see she was smiling again. He relaxed in his chair and began his tale. “Well,” he said, “I’m Jeremy Jason White.” Chan laughed, which Jeremy really loved. He liked that she found him funny. “Jeremy Jason White,” Chan repeated. “I like that. I like that a lot.” “Why, thank you,” Jeremy replied. “Thank you very much. I really like my name, too. And you are not allowed to steal it, by the way.”

"The outcomes depend on what we build." She nods, once in the way that Soren nods when information has been received and filed. We begin. The complication arrives on the fourth day of the registry work, delivered through Arden's channel in the careful language of someone reporting something they are still assessing. His message says: there is a name circulating in the pack community. Someone positioning to claim organizational leadership in the vacuum Hayden's arrest created. The name is Renner. He is forty-four years old, pack-affiliated, with a history of territorial disputes that have always resolved in his favor through means that the SEB has never been able to formally document. He has

" Yeah, I'm still here. " " I thought you got disconnected. So when are you both coming in here?" Ashley asked. " I know you are on your date but please visit me here and don't forget to bring some kimbap" Jeremy chuckled hearing how bubly her friend again. She's back. Ren said she has been silent and never wanted to talked to anyone and she is happy that finally, meeting her team makes her back to herself.

I asked her, raising a questioning brow at her as she frowned. “What do you mean?!” “I told you that I already found my mate, didn't I?” I asked her, waiting for her response as she bit her lower lip. “So what? Who is she?” “Not for you to know, just stop having those silly thoughts in your head that you're going to be the Luna of this pack.” I gritted out and walked away from her to find Xena. “That girl is such a bitch.” Jeremy sighed as he said those words. I didn't reply, but I accepted that Renee was indeed one annoying person I knew.

It is enough to wait for the right time to attack him. “Is it finished?" Hansen asked Jeremy. "Not yet," Jeremy replied, a little panicked. I grinned to see him busy typing lines of programming code that I thought would not be able to open the central server, Singo Barong. “Why so long, Jeremy?" Hansen impatiently shakes the body of his hired hacker.

As she sipped her lavender tea, her eyes scanned the door with growing tension. And then he walked in. Tall. Dark charcoal coat. Light stubble. Not someone she’d recognize—but somehow, her body did. He scanned the room, found her, and offered a gentle, non-intrusive smile. He looked… quiet. Like someone who didn’t demand the room’s attention—but still received it. He approached the table. “Layla Brooks?” She nodded, standing to shake his hand. “Mr. Renner, I presume.” His voice was smooth. Neutral. “A pleasure.”

“He didn’t give one. Private line. I checked it after. Dead now.” Of course it was. I stared at the photo again. Elliot’s orbit. Elliot’s style. Elliot’s deniability. “Where would Renner go if he needed to disappear?” I asked. The manager wiped his hands on his pants. “There’s a place in Jersey. Old warehouse units. He used one last winter when he didn’t want to be seen in the city. I don’t know if he’s there. I only know that’s where people like him go when a job turns into a problem.”