Jeremy Renner Mga Nobela at Kwento

My grandma yelled as she got out of the the car slamming the door behind her. “ she said she was sorry for not being able to make it here because she had some kids to deal with. I guess Briella has her hands full.” I chuckled “ Well I’m so glad you can make it!” giving me a big hug “ I see you brought the two trouble makers of your own with you.” grandpa adds standing by the driver seats door “ Yes, sir you remember Creed he’s my beta now and this is Ryan he’s younger brother, hes my gamma” I explain nodding my head in respect. I might be the alpha now but I know better than to cross my grandpa

We've been doing this for three months. Training together, eating together, driving home from away games on the same bus with his shoulder pressed against mine for four hours at a time and neither of us saying a word about it. I've watched his hands wrap tape before every match for three months and gone home and done things I'm not going to detail and told myself it was just proximity. Just loneliness. Just the specific madness of being twenty-six and in peak physical condition around other men in peak physical condition and reading too much into it. Ren is twenty-seven. Half-Japanese, half-American, built like something that should have its own weather system. He has a mouth that I have spe

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!

Damn, I didn't know that she's so damn possessive, and I find it cute. "Nathan Jones is a douchebag, Red. And do you know that he three-timed Ericka, Stacy, and Martha? I know it because the girls are sharing it with me. And clearly, he's hitting on you. Oh, does he know that you're a DJ or something?" She ranted and asked. I just nodded my head in response

“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

I nodded. “Yes, one of my thighs and then just below my rib cage. I’m sure they are healed by now. But Garren insists on having someone check instead of me removing them myself.” I explained. She laughed as she shook her head at him. “Always worrying about others. Let’s get a look at them and then send you on your way. Knowing Ren, he is probably in a hurry to get out and busy himself. Never one to stay still and enjoy the quiet.” She looked at the book on the stand and then back at him.

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

Nolan: The knock on my office door came just as Alessandro left, thankfully before I said something I’d regret. I didn’t look up. Though the tension within the pack was not one that I did not notice, whoever came had masked their scent. Still, I knew that no one would be foolish to come and make a mistake like this one within my own grounds. “Enter.” The door creaked open slowly, and in walked Elder Mathew, ever regal in his pressed robes, his salt-and-pepper beard trimmed, posture impossibly upright. His presence always carried the weight of tradition. Of expectations. Of judgment.