Jermey Gilbert Novels & Stories

mom said panicking and then we heard a voice. "Don't worry ma'am that's why am hear I have got that covered for miss downs"a blonde with a great height and body said,,I raised a brown at her and she understood I Was asking where she came from. "Oh am sorry Mrs Downs and Miss downs am..." "Your Lillian Martinez the famous makeover artist OMG I can't believe your at my house but how come I have tried to book so many appointments but it always gets canceled I can't believe am meeting you face to face"my mom smiled revealing her dimples

All signs of hostility I spotted a few seconds ago was nowhere in sight. I’ve never seen this girl before in my life, but there was something familiar about her. I felt drawn to her and that made me irritable. Two years ago, I started working here with Gabe. I have not once in my life been late. Gabe had always been popular with people. This job fit him like a glove, or a second skin. His kindness, joking manor, and bubbly personality made him the perfect barista. It was hard not to like him. I don’t have any of the qualities that Gabe has and I’m definitely not fun.

Gilbert is a 34yr-old bachelor who joined the forces three years ago in seeking revenge against the person who killed his mom. It's always a dreadful night for him whenever he has a nightmare about how his mother struggled for her life right in front of him three years back, and he couldn't do anything to help her. "Any information we could use from the neighbors?" Rick suddenly asks, and Gilbert snapped out of his thoughts. "No sir… What they all keep saying is that someone screamed out last night inside the house. Since it was nearly midnight, they were all scared to come out to check what's going on." He explained.

​The caller ID flashed brightly across the screen: MIKE WELLER. ​I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I slid the bar to answer, pressing the phone to my ear. "Weller? I'm at work—" ​"I don't care where you are, Gilbert," Mike’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the line, completely dominant and leaving absolutely zero room for argument. He sounded breathless, the heavy thud of basketballs squeaking against a hardwood court echoing loudly in his background. "I'm down at the indoor sports complex on Elm Street. We have a closed scrimmage game against the state select team. I need you down here right now."

She wiped away the intricate play diagrams until her shoulder ached, desperately trying to focus on anything other than her ruined reputation. Jeremiah walked into the small office. He was freshly showered, his dark hair still slightly damp and curling at the ends. He wore a plain, fitted grey t-shirt, a simple silver chain resting heavily against his collarbone. He quietly reached back and locked the wooden door behind him with a soft, metallic click. "You rewired them out there, you know," Jeremiah said softly, breaking the tense silence. "Miller didn't look down at the puck once during that last breakout drill. He just naturally trusted the ice. That’s your genius at work."

"You can't, Mr. Hallway. Jerome's favorite is you. You know who he is, right?" He just nodded, realizing the fact that Jerome is the son of a multi-millionaire and a varsity player during his college days. The rich man likes to play with him because there's no other player that matches his performance. Only Gerald, who is capable enough using his strategies on playing badminton. Jerome's family also helps his company in connecting clients, as they have higher connections in the business industry. However, Gerald can't escape his favor, whatever it is. So, bad luck for him even if he likes to play with his ex-wife.

He responded. "Will the two Alphas who have elected to stand with Alpha Caleb, please identify themselves." The head stated. The first person to get on his feet was Nolan. While they had patched up their relationship somewhat, Caleb still didn't expect much from Nolan, even less to speak alongside him. "I, Alpha Nolan, of the McGyver Pack, stand with Alpha Caleb of the Duncan Pack, in the trial of Alejandro." He announced. If Nolan standing to his feet shocked him, the next voice he heard, sent his shock into overdrive.

She raises an eyebrow, realizing Selene has no idea of the sudden attack Blake and his men did a few days back. Selene's eyes widen, a massive lump builds in her throat as she falls for Jazmin's treacherous lie. "No!" She shakes her head as she leans to one side. Jazmin chuckles, her cold heart refuses to show any mercy. "Oh yes dear! And I enjoyed every moment making him suffer! You should have seen him? Better yet, you should have heard him! The way he cowardly begged for his life!. . . .almost made me feel sorry for the guy! But nonetheless, my buddy Gavin, Damian's top snipe by the way! Made sure to savor every second along my side as we tortured him." She walks slowly towards Selene. An

Cecily is talking about safety measures within the competition, and how we were to come to our assistants if we had any problems. "Shit," she swears crudely under her breath. "I'm only really here for the sex." My eyes widen at her words, shocked by her lack of filter. She grins at me, showing me an immaculate set of straight teeth. Desire Pack members: forthright, confident and rather sexual. Knowing Malik's nature, from what I have heard, he is probably going to enjoy the girls from the Desire Pack. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," she says, nudging me again. "I'm Brynn, by the way."

—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?