Jeremy Renner Novels & Stories

Conner at the first step she took out of the elevator. "Good morning. It's good to have you here." Mrs. Conner greeted. "Hello. Is Mr. Raphael around, please?" She asked. Before Mrs. Conner could reply, Jeremy made his appearance from the corner. He was surprised to see the celebrity in their office but didn't withhold himself from greeting her. "Mrs. Erica, hello there." He said and stretched his hand for a shake. "My name is Jeremy and I am Mr. Raphael's assistant." He introduced himself.

We both watch as he saunters over to a red-head. “I’m completely miserable.” Emily chuckles sadly, and I want to comfort her somehow, but she hurriedly replaces it with a smile, before leaving to mingle with other gaming nerds. Looks like my matchmaking skills might need a little bit of work. “Emma.” I hear a deep rumble. Looking up, I see Jeremy looking completely in his dark t-shirt that says ‘Never say Game Over.’ He has a dark jacket over it, his golden blonde hair is messy today, like he rolled out of bed and didn’t bother combing it, still it gives him this carefree look.

Jeremy had started Roen Capital from the beginning. The business grew dramatically in a matter of years and impact, rocketing into the billions of dollars in market value. Now, it was among the few companies in the nation that could truly compete with BlueMarble Investments. The two had a legendary feud. Before, Jeremy insisted that she join Roen Capital, and it made perfect sense.

Tomoya demanded, his voice rising with every word. “I’m saving you time,” Rener replied flatly. “Now go back there and hand that over to that woman.” Tomoya stared, dumbfounded. Rener’s words didn’t align with the gravity of the situation. It took several seconds for him to form a coherent response. “Man, are you high? Do you even realize what’s going on here?!” His tone was incredulous, tinged with frustration. The absurdity of Rener’s calmness juxtaposed with the urgency Tomoya felt only made the situation more surreal.

I think me leaving the office kind of helped my situation a little. Jeremy shakes his head ‘’I see the way he looks at you, Ren. Just be always on guard with him.’’ ‘’What? What do you mean look?’’ I asked curiously. He finished his first bottle of beer and probably the last too. He can’t drink too much because he’ll be driving me back to my place and his. ‘’Just be careful with him, Ren. He is not a good guy.’’ I giggled lightly ‘’do you think he’s interested in me? I’m not his type, Jer.’’

Jeremy responded, recognizing the urgency in his subordinate's voice. Lucas, Jeremy's loyal driver, swiftly transported him to one of his secure facilities. As they arrived, three workers escorted them inside, leading them to Derek Lane, a cunning and influential figure responsible for Jeremy's underground dealings. Derek was known for managing illegal transactions and controlling the shadowy world of black markets, making him a vital asset to Jeremy. "Welcome, Boss," Derek greeted with respect. "Derek, why am I here?" Jeremy inquired, his tone reflecting his impatience.

Wolves yelp as gravity snaps back briefly, sending Blake crashing face-first into Ethan’s shoulder. “Oof—hey!” Blake protests. “Buy me dinner first!” Ethan shoves him off with a grin. “Focus.” “I am focused. On not dying.” The Arbiter’s voice tightens, losing some of its perfect modulation. Primordial entity, your interference violates— Everything violates something, the Sleeper replies lazily. You’re just louder about it. The Crown inside me thrums—not afraid, not panicked—but relieved. Like it’s recognizing an old neighbor it never expected to see again.

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

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.

"I uh… I put a picnic together." I look at the poor guy, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot and take pity on him. He's been so busy pursuing this mystery mate that he's not made any friends here, he must be terribly lonely, I'll have to get Coal and Darius to spend some time with him. "Renn, that sounds lovely actually, we'd love to, right Em. You want to go and get some trainers on?" She nods, leaving the room without another word and Renn comes in and takes her place on the seat across from me.