Ron Jeremy Abandoned Mansion Novels & Stories

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.

Reign asked again as she sat beside him and stroked his hair. Lucas exhaled a sigh. "Didn't I mention to you yesterday about Dad's abandoned mansion in the Bronx?" Reign thought before nodding. "When I entered the entrance of the mansion..I noticed that big painting upstairs.” His voice trembled. “They are a complete family…..Lyon, his mom and our Dad.” Lucas said sadly. Reign fell silent, she seemed to notice the sadness at the very beginning of Lucas's story.

I thought my senses were developing but it seems like that wasn’t the case. “I can’t hear what they are saying and I don’t want to start hurling accusations. But something is sure, I have new people on my lovely suspect list.” Jeremy said, his voice thick and husky, he was like a mafia in the darkness. They shook hands and Wendy looked around, navigating the area for any other suspicious movement that wasn’t hers or Ares’s uncle’s. She turned and walked away, the house Ares had given to her was just about six blocks away. We waited until uncle Lawrence also left, he came around the front of the house, walking directly towards where we stood!

Ryan coos. “I’m a boy,” Jeremy offers, making me laugh. “I’m free tomorrow,” I tell him. “Where do you want to meet?” “I just moved into a new house in a gated community,” Jeremy looks nervous. “So, maybe, your house?” “What gated community?” Ryan asks, with narrowed eyes. “Oh, Bazin,” Jeremy says and I guess he made a connection with my last name because he looks surprised. Shelby- His mother is mated to a wolf.

She locked the door and ran up the staircase. ―Ma?‖ a terrified voice asked. She turned to Jeremy who huddled in the corner of his room. ―Get into the attic,‖ she whispered. ―I can‘t. It‘s too high.‖ One of the men smashed the window in the parlor. She jumped and saw her son‘s terrified eyes. What were they doing here? Why did Clyde want Jeremy so badly? Trembling, she darted into the room and flung the window open. Looking out of it, she breathed a sigh of relief. Owen had forgotten to take down the ladder when he fixed the shutter by the window. ―Go down

She was idly twirling the crystal necklace around her finger with a wicked smirk. "Looking for this piece of junk?" She saw me in my wolf form, but there was no fear in her eyes, only madness. "Something this pathetic doesn't belong in this house. It’s bad luck, and I won't have it filthy up the bedroom I share with Caleb." With that, she threw the necklace onto the hard floor right in front of me. There was a sharp crack. The crystal shattered instantly. My mother’s white ashes mixed with the glittering shards, swirling into the air before scattering across the floor.

My finger hovered over the decline button. Has he heard about Mom? Is he actually remorseful now? The thought was bitter as poison. I answered. “Hello?” “Come home.” His voice was exactly the same—flat, commanding, allowing no room for argument. “We need to talk.” The line went dead. I sat there, phone still pressed to my ear, listening to the silence where his voice had been. My hand was shaking. “Ma’am?” Mrs. Margret had returned, hovering nearby. “Should I call the driver?”

“We’d veered off from the others just to take a quick look. Suddenly, there were six of the bastards surrounding us. They trashed the truck and almost killed us.” “Wolves or worse?” “Humans,” Eliza said. “I heard Jeremiah hired some humans to clear the way.” “Where was this?” I took a deep whiff, trying to ascertain any other odors. All I could gather was the stench of humans. “Five miles back. The old Warton estate that’s been abandoned for a couple years,” River told me. “Only we didn’t get that far before we were ambushed.” I looked away. “Jeremiah is close.”

I was worried she might be in danger, so I chased after her—only to see her get knocked unconscious and dragged into a van. I followed the kidnappers all the way to an abandoned factory. After calling the police, I couldn't bear to leave her in there alone. Before the cops arrived, I tried to get inside to stay with her—or better yet, get her out myself. But there were too many traffickers. I didn't care if I got hurt, but I was terrified that if I acted recklessly, I'd put Maeve in even greater danger. Then I noticed the loose soil on the ground. An idea came to me.

Not by a long shot. I grabbed my phone and called my Beta again. “We need a search party. Now. And find out where Alenjro is. He’s in on this, too.” My Beta was shocked to hear all this from me, but he didn’t have any objections. He was wise enough not to cross me, especially when I was on that side of the fence. When I just put the phone down on the wall, I cast one quick, wary glance at the mansion. The house we used to own until one day, my uncle betrayed everyone in the family and had killed himself in this room, which was why it was abandoned.