Jerome And Jeremiah Valeska Novels & Stories

Valeria threatened. "She's going nowhere!" A firm manly voice interrupted, pulling all their attention to him. "Klaus, Dave! It's good you're here!" Jessica let out a sigh of relief as she turned towards the men. "And you are?" Valerie asked Klaus, feigning ignorance of his relationship with Cruz. Valeria was from the same neighborhood as Cruz. They even went to the same school just like Mia so it was clear she was just trying to drag the conversation. "If you don't know me, I assume you might know Dave!" Klaus retorted as Dave walked forward.

He even returns the embrace and I grin. I had no idea that Andras was planning to take Jeremy's name but now I am so excited. We will all officially be Vales. Part of the legacy and part of the pack. I want to talk privately to Andras later and make certain that he is sure about his decision. I don't want him making this choice because he thinks I don't want his name. I want to do what he wants to do.

Jericho cut the call and smirked. The bastard is on is way. He couldn't wait to collect every dime he's stolen from his father. The door opened and Valerie walked in. Jericho turned to look at her. "I thought I told you to rest." Valerie scoffed. "I've heard enough rest already and now,we need to talk." Jericho breathed in and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Talk about what?" "Jerry! Why are you acting so cold? I'm carrying your child!"

Jeremy insisted, sharing a glimpse of his own painful experiences. "Yeah, right," Melissa replied skeptically. Jeremy chuckled, his gaze meeting hers with warmth. "Believe it or not, I wasn't born rich, despite what you might think. I went through my fair share of hardships growing up," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. Melissa's eyes widened when she realised his vulnerability. She hadn't expected Jeremy to open up about his past. "I'm sorry, I didn't know," she said softly, her teasing demeanor giving way to genuine empathy.

“Another Vale. Someone we don’t know about.” Two Hours Later, Underground Archive, Safe House Selene worked fast, decrypting one file after another. The room glowed with green code and red alarms. “This is it,” she whispered. “Evelyn kept logs, scans, documents, AI-linked health reports.” Julian leaned in. “What are we looking at?” Selene tapped twice, and a medical record appeared. Subject: Valeria Vale Status: Female. Age: 21. Location: Classified. Project: CHIMERA.

Built like they were carved from the same stone. Each one stood tall. Straight. Silent. Lucas introduced them. “This is Jerome, twenty-six. Former recon, five years under my command. Never failed a mission.” Jerome had sharp eyes and a scar down his jaw like he’d argued with death and won. “Jacob. Twenty-eight. Grew up in the underground rings. Surveillance and infiltration specialist.” Jacob’s gaze was ice. No emotion. Just calculation. “And this one—Rex. Twenty-five. Fast. Precise. Cleaner. Nobody sees him coming.”

Jerome replied firmly, his voice edged with defiance. “What are you talking about? I don’t see anything wrong with Bluestar’s help. Jerome, have you forgotten that this is one of your dreams? It’s already within your reach so don’t throw it away now. And tell me, are you really arguing with Mr. Montecastro because of a woman? Because of Jessica? …No, wait. I heard another name… S–Sandra? Jerome, what’s going on with you? Are you being unfaithful to Jessica?”

She’s got her own fire; what if she digs too deep, finds me out? I think of Serena’s note, tucked in a lockbox under the floorboards—her words, her plea. “Jer made me do this.” I ’d long cracked it—Jeremiah, not Jeremy; the auction was Jeremy’s sin, but the abuse was Jeremiah’s crime. I’ve got nothing solid on Jeremy yet—just whispers of his deals, his Mafia ties—but Jeremiah? I’ve seen his moves, his late-night exits, the girls who flinch when he’s near. I could tell Jeremy now, end it; but then what?

"I'm not in the mood for a useless conversation, Luna. If this is not important, let's talk some other day." Jerome turned around to exit his office with his head down. Afraid that he wouldn't look at me anymore, I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I thought that he would escape from my warm embrace, but he stayed and even held my hands. "I chose the right path, didn't I? It wasn't my fault that Jazpher opted to do those immoral deeds to Yuki, right? I wasn't the one to be blamed, right?" Jerome consecutively asked, and I felt a change in the way he breathed in and out; he's crying.

"Jerome, you are a Chesire, yet you hold deep resentment against Amber!" Jerome Chesire was kicked out by Briscoe Hart when Neil was killed. With that, he lost a place to stay and suffered immensely. He even begged on the streets. It was only recently he started to be under Michael Lowenthal. The first thing he wanted to do was to seek revenge on Amber Chesire.