Jerome And Jeremiah Valeska Novels & Stories

I challenged, hoping to gauge his true intentions. Jerome met my gaze head-on, a steely glint in his eyes. "Forgive me, Alpha Kael," he said, his voice laced with a dangerous calmness, "I can tolerate your aggression towards me, but I will not stand by and watch you disrespect Axella. She is my lifeline, and nobody, not even a powerful Alpha, gets to cross that line."

Jerome slid to the floor, his back against the cold wall, trembling as the truth finally collapsed entirely over him: Vanessa hadn’t drifted away from him. She had drifted back to someone else. To Akihiko. To his mother’s fiancé. To the man who would soon call himself Jerome’s stepfather. The betrayal wasn’t just sharp, it was catastrophic. A soft whimper escaped him without warning. They didn’t hear it. They were lost in each other, in something he had never been part of. Jerome buried his face in his hands, And for the first time in years, he sobbed.

Andrew turned around with a smile and said, "But aren't you and Mr. Avila old acquaintances? And from the way it looked, the two of you seemed pretty close." Jerome shook his head and replied, "We are old acquaintances. Back when I was the leader of the Southern Martial Union, Milo went out of his way to curry favor with me. But to say we have a good relationship? That would be stretching the truth." Jerome continued, "Most importantly, he's just an incompetent guy who can't be trusted with anything serious. And you're not here at the Advanced Medical Institute just to watch the chaos, are you?"

He looked comfortable with the contact, even if he looked annoyed by the words. They look like they belong together, a voice hissed in the back of my mind. It was Vesper. Her anger was a cold, sharp thing that bit at my insides. I felt a sudden, irrational surge of jealousy that made my hands shake. Jeremiah finally stepped out of Duke’s reach, putting distance between them. His expression was a wall of stone. “We are going back to New York tonight,” Jeremiah said, his voice flat and final. “And that is the end of it.”

Charlie replied truthfully, “Grandpa, I came back to the old mansion to take a look and also sort out the things that my parents left behind.” Jeremiah nodded repeatedly and said without hesitation, “Your parents' room has remained untouched, and everything is still the same as it was before.” At this moment, the door of the passenger seat opened, and Vera, who looked about seventeen to eighteen years old, got out of the car. She looked at Jeremiah and said respectfully, “Hello, Lord Wade. I am Veron Lavor.”

"Jeremiah isn't of the paranormal world, either, so really, this doesn't fall under shifter justice. So, what're our options?" Wes turned his focus back to the house, mulling over the next course of action. He knew in his gut that Jeremiah Prescott was responsible for the attack on Everglades as well as his cabin. His appearance at the same time as the assaults to Wes' home and bar were too much of a coincidence. Yet, Dimitri was right; there was no real proof that would put the Prescott patriarch in jail with his grandson. "Maybe we break into the house and find some?" he suggested weakly.

Jerahmeel being in his office was a surprise. Despite knowing Isak retained a good relationship with his dad, I was still unsure where Jerahmeel’s loyalties would fall. So yeah, I was surprised when he sent all the angels away. It wasn’t exactly him taking our side, but it wasn’t him siding with Scorcha and the other two morons.

Jeremy said, still fixated on what he was doing. “Then tell me, where’s that somewhere?” Jeremy closed the files that he was reading. He leaned his back on his chair and released a deep sigh. “I was in Valez earlier.” “Valez? The townhouse residence near our condo?” Jeremy only nodded. “What did you in Valez?” “I took someone there.” Jeremy’s short and safe answers were already driving Chris crazy. Chris knew that Jeremy could not lie, so the only choice he had was to answer him vaguely.

“We’ve been planning this for months, but something feels off. I don’t know if it’s the tension with some of the alphas or the rumors I’ve been hearing, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something.” Jeric set down his papers and leaned against a nearby tree, his arms crossed. “You’ve always been the cautious one. That’s why I wanted you at my side for this. Valeria’s going to need someone who’s as wary as you are. But trust me—this is going to work. She’s ready.” I looked at him, searching for any flicker of doubt in his eyes. There was none. Jeric was as steady as ever, his confidence in Valeria unshaken.

"Born on March 15th at 2:17 in the morning. He weighs eighteen pounds, he's learning to sit up on his own, and he has your eyes." The silence stretched between them, heavy with shock. Valerie could feel Rick staring at Jeremiah, could practically hear the wheels turning in his mind as he processed this revelation. Finally, she closed the car door and turned to face him directly for the first time since revealing Jeremiah's existence. Rick's face had gone completely white. His eyes were wide with shock and panic. He looked like a man who had just had his entire world shifted off its axis. "If you want to be part of his life," Valerie said in a calm and final voice, "you know where to find me.