Ron Jeremy Abandoned Mansion Novels & Stories

North’s POV As the SUV rolled through the iron gates and into the now-familiar mansion grounds, my heart sank so fast it felt like it pierced straight through me and hit the ocean floor. Jeremy stopped at the entrance and stepped out first. He opened my door without looking at me. No words. No luck. No warning. Just abandonment. The door shut behind me, sealing my fate for the night. I drew in a slow breath that barely filled my lungs and stepped inside. Last time, he had been waiting at the top of the stairs like some dark prince out of a twisted fairy tale. Tonight, the staircase stood empty.

"Burn it, smash it with a rock, throw it into the river on your way home. I don't care. Ivy is handled. Milo is terrified. We got our reprieve." "We didn't get a reprieve," Jeremy said, his voice dropping into a rough, aching growl as he stepped directly between me and the motel door. "We just bought ourselves time. You think you can just look at me in the hallways at school today and see a stranger?"

Jeremy responded, his voice laced with determination, before striding purposefully out of the room. Returning to the present, we find Jeremy seated in his office, fixated on the video capturing the moment Steve's car's brakes were maliciously tampered with at Mr. Woods Estate. The revelation of the perpetrator's identity had become crystal clear to him, fueling an indomitable resolve within his heart. However, the weight of the situation weighed heavily upon him, casting a shadow of desolation over his thoughts.

He didn't like dirty things, I refuse to believe that Lorenzo would let his home be in this condition. My hands trembled and I swallowed, I took a step back and my body collided with Joseph's. He noticed me and frowned, "Everything alright?" "It's..." I looked back at the abandoned mansion, "This is where he lived." Joseph too looked at the home that looked like it hadn't been used for what felt like a year. "We could ask around, maybe, he moved." I nodded, trying to keep my racing heartbeat calm. We saw a woman jogging down the street, Joseph approached her and she slowed, taking out her headphones.

I softly asked, trying my best not to trigger his emotions. Jerome nodded his head with a deep sigh as he pointed to the left side, which only leads to one place we haven't checked yet. "Crimson Moon Dormitories," he answered. We all gathered at the said destination, and by the second we stepped foot inside, Nero walked ahead of us. We had no choice other than to follow him, even if it would have been great to split ways to save time. However, we can't let Nero find Jazpher first, since he'd surely kill him, and if he does, then Nero ought to face the same fate as the former alpha.

her hands clutch at the seatbelt because after hours of driving they had arrived at what she calls her "curse" —And there is our house," Mr. Hernandez looked with such happiness at the house in front of them on the left side, "Let's go Serena. The enthusiasm in his voice was noticeable, but Serena just wanted it to be a horrible nightmare, her eyes scan the surroundings, there was only one neighbor across the street, but the house was across the street from hers, but apparently, it was uninhabited. "What was that?" Serena's eyes stay fixed on one of the windows of the house, she swore she saw something moving inside the abandoned house.

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Jeremy asked someone to keep an eye on the Skyspring Wolfendens. Jeremy received a call several hours later, and his expression changed. He stormed out of the study, went into Tyrone’s room, and said, “Dad, the adopted son of Sir Osborn is on the move!” Tyrone was stunned and asked, “Where is he heading to?” There was a serious expression on Jeremy’s face as he replied, “He’s heading to Clouspring…” “What!?” Tyrone was dumbfounded, but he soon came around to his senses and said, ”Shyla, you go to Clouspring with your father right away!”

That was the same feeling that almost crippled him when that old man called him Heron the night he ran into him at Campbell Park. "Sir? Should I go with you?" Carol was standing behind him. "No need. Just continue what you're doing." He responded without looking back. "Okay, sir." Carol walked to her work station. With his almost trembling hands, Jeremy opened the door. ------------- "What did you say, Ma'am Serin???" That's Mr. Tony Sean's mansion??? The famous owner of The Skye?? The father of Mr. Jeremy and Dave Sean??" Francis could not believe his ears.

After some time, a service van packed next to him due to lack of space as too many cars were packed in the street leading to the mansion. He approached the driver and humbly asked if he could give him a job hauling the items to the house, for a small pay and since the driver was alone and time was running out, he agreed. While in the mansion, he quickly got familiar with the layout of the place and hid in one of the rooms after the last trip, patiently waiting. After grabbing Benny, who had gone into his bedroom, he fled to his car and drove off to MountainView, where he planned to hide out for some days.

“Did something happen to Mommy, Daddy?” Jeremy was driving nervously but made sure to comfort Jackson warmly. “Don’t worry, Jack. Daddy will bring your Mommy home safe. Go back to class, baby.” Jackson obeyed and did not ask anymore. The call ended and he stared at the blinking red dot on his phone, his large glossy eyes blinking in tandem. Arriving at the location as fast as he could, Jeremy realized he had arrived at an abandoned factory. He stopped the car at the gate and went to stand at the windows when he realized the door inside was padlocked.