Madeline Crawford And Jeremy Whitman Novel Novels & Stories

He spun on his heel, bolting for the kitchen, his mind sharpened and itching for blood. If something was really something in there then he was truly going to tear it apart. Jeremiah stumbled out, just as Everett reached the kitchen entrance, crashing straight into him. Everett’s arms caught him immediately, wrapping tightly around his waist instinctively, shielding him with his body without a second thought. For a fleeting second, he felt the warmth of his mate pressed against his body, a feeling he hadn't known he was craving so desperately until now.

"Jer, all that matters is, you are mine and you love me too. I don’t remember anything dark between us. I just remember I had a friend Jeremy. The first one I ever had. The one I trusted more than anyone. Yes I had few plans of marrying you, but I pushed them far away when you told me about your high school crush. But that can be postponed. We can always arrange our destined wedding. Yes I was hurt at that time, but everything means nothing now. Now I have you, all for myself. With you loving me back. Let by gone be by gone. We have the present to us. We have our future to write together. Will you stay by my side till last breath"? Magnus put the hair dryer away pulling Jer into his lap, snu

“I’m sorry, Mr. Whitman. I’ve been busy spending time with Felipe and my daughter. I don’t have time to answer any meaningless calls.” “Meaningless calls?” Jeremy lifted his eyebrow. When he saw Madeline turning around to leave with Lillian, he reached out his hand to grab Madeline’s arm. Madeline stopped walking. “Mr. Whitman, please let go. I don’t want to get beaten up by Miss Crawford again if she sees us and gets jealous again.” Jeremy stared at Madeline’s face intensely. The sun was shining down on her flawless face, making her look so pretty that she was glowing.

Before she started flinching every time i entered a room. My expression hardened immediately. No. This was her fault. She left. She embarrassed me. She made me look weak. And now she would come back. Because she had nowhere else to go. Nobody would keep her forever. Nobody. My wolf suddenly growled again. Danger. A strange feeling crawled down my spine. Like something important was slipping through my fingers. And i hated it. ⸻ Maddison’s POV I couldn’t sleep again. The room was beautiful. Too beautiful.

“Fine. I’m coming with you.” He walked up to me, our heights almost matching. Just as I headed for the door, something on the floor caught my eye — a brown envelope, half-tucked under the welcome mat. I frowned, bent, and picked it up. It had no name and no address. I tore it open. Inside was a folded piece of paper, written in rough, slanted handwriting. I began to read, “Do you know what it’s like to love someone who would never love you back? To watch him slowly fall for her till you became a ghost in their story? I watched you choose her, and it wrecked me. If I can’t have you, Jeremy, nobody will.”

Damien Whitlock, the billionaire bachelor who's always been known to abstract from women, was now being gossiped about behind closed doors as “the gay CEO.” The kind of talk that made investors nervous and the public curious—and Damien? Silent. He couldn’t deny it. Even after the act with the lady. Not without adding fuel to the fire. And now? He wanted me to be his cover. I wanted to say no. Every sane part of me screamed to walk away. But the truth was, I needed the money—badly. My rent was already overdue, my bank account was a joke, and my cracked camera lens was hanging on by tape and a prayer.