Jeremy Renner Novels & Stories

—Jeremy— Jason Bennett, I can remember the last time I was called that name and it was a very long time ago. I've buried that scared little boy for a while now. I'm Jeremy Gilbert and the only two people other than me that know my true identity are Elijah and Elena and they would never betray me, so who exactly is this personal investigator? Who is he working for? And how was he able to find out my true Identity?

I opened my eyes and saw a gorgeous woman with dark hair and beautiful gray eyes. She had made the tree explode into a million pieces, and I looked at the now-vanished tree in shock. She sat on Asher’s car’s passenger seat, making me gasp. “Ash?” I asked, making him chuckle. “The name’s Emily. Nice to meet you, honey. Now, let's go kick some ass, shall we?” she says as Asher steps on it, surpassing us. “Was that-” “Emily Slate, former beta, Tyler’s wife. She’s their healer and a witch herself. She's pretty cool, huh?” Hunter says, making me look at him in amazement.

Ryan moaned shakily. “No one is judging you.” Jeremy’s voice sent a delightful shiver down Ryan’s spine despite himself. “Yes, they are.” Ryan insisted. “I ruined their training.” “Let’s see whether they’re as angry as you think.” Jeremy said, and then added in a whisper; “May I please link with you?” At Ryan’s nod, Jeremy quickly opened his mind-link with him and then switched to his mind-link with everyone in the arena. ‘Hello everyone. Meet Professor Ryan Hicks. My mate.’

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

It seems to work well for us. “No need to worry so much about him, boss. Thorn is strong and probably the best fighter I’ve ever seen,” Jeremy says, appearing beside me and making me gasp in surprise. This man can sneak up on you like a ninja. I shake my head and smile at him. “You’ve never seen Tjeck at his best, and haven’t I told you not to call me ‘boss’? It’s just this ridiculous thing Thorn does because he’s impossible.” Jeremy showed up about four months ago, asking to join us. A deserter from the capital, he’s an expert marksman and a genuinely nice guy. He has fit right in, but he’s reluctant to talk about his past.

Brows sank, Matthew patiently waited for the next thing until Ramon pulled the pin of the grenade that caused an utter shock. “Renz, who had been hiding behind Freegal and their so-called secret weapon, was presumably taking an action. And that Renz, whose full name was Lawrenz Jordan, looked the same as Gabriel Well.” Ramon remarked with his voice and face getting serious. Matthew’s face turned into something shocked and at the same time confused. He grabbed the documents from his hand and looked for the photo of Gabriel Watts and Lawrenz Jordan.

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