Ron Jeremy Abandoned Mansion Novels & Stories

I practically threw myself inside, locking the doors before the sobs took over completely. Five minutes. I gave myself five minutes to fall apart. Then I started the engine and drove home to the small house Jeremy and I shared on the edge of pack territory. A "starter home," he'd called it, though now I wondered if he'd always planned for it to be temporary. Maybe he'd already picked out the mansion where he'd live with Vanessa after I was discarded. The house was empty when I arrived, thank God. Jeremy wouldn't be home for hours—probably not until after he'd thoroughly satisfied himself with his "best friend."

You are not picking my calls, she whined seductively. But almost immediately. Her eyes widened. “Mother… Father…” she whispered, voice barely audible. “Elena is missing.” Both parents stiffened. Mrs. Miller leaned in. “What do you mean missing?” Avery swallowed hard. “Damien abandoned her on the road… and now he can’t find her anywhere. He is asking if I saw her” Her parents exchanged terrified glances. If Elena was missing… If she died somewhere on the streets… If the truth died with her…

Jacob picked up the mushroom soup bowl next to him with a dark expression. The room descended into deafening silence until a patrolman stumbled in. “Alpha!” he cried out anxiously. “We found tracks of intruders near the wild boar area! “They didn’t seem hostile, but they took a female werewolf away with them. It was… Zoey.” Jacob’s hand froze, and the bowl fell on the floor. The mushroom soup spilled all over the place. “What did you say?!” he roared. The patrolman did not dare to look into Jacob’s eyes. He shrank back into himself and delivered an even worse piece of news.

"You foolish she-wolf. For a wolf as worthless as moon-dust... how could you let him break you so completely?" With infinite care, he gathered me into his arms. "Lila, I'm taking you away from this damn place." Shrugging off his heavy, dark coat, he wrapped it meticulously around me. He turned his head slightly, a sharp command snapping at the imposing warriors who had followed him in. "Summon the Sky Claw. Prepare for immediate departure. We leave this territory now." Terrence had just heard the jubilant pronouncement from Rebecca's room. The tension drained from his shoulders, replaced by a wave of profound relief.

I grabbed my robe and headed for the bathroom. Before I even stepped through the door, there was a knock at my bedroom door. Maybe it was Aunt Disa, Kat, or Flo. It was almost ten, and I hadn't left my room yet. "Just a minute," I called. I opened the door with a light heart, but it wasn't Aunt Disa. It also wasn't Kat or Flo. "Je-Jeremy?" I stammered in disbelief. How did Jeremy get into the mansion? How did he get past the guards?

“It’s okay, I promise you, I know you love me. Please don’t leave me, Mom…” However, her words did give me some piece of mind. My mother then proceeded to explain the real reason behind Teresa’s death. It was another factor that had slipped my mind through all of the commotion. “You see, the Alpha King had created a monster-life werewolf. He kept it in a cave very far from here, tormenting it for years, waiting to unleash this awful, crazed beast.” By now, people from the tribe were gathering around us as my mother spoke. Adam and Dean hadn’t left my side. Everyone was eager to hear more. Mother’s weakened voice was growing softer and softer as she faded, but yet she continued.

Mom said, "Hand that pendant back to Derek right now, or don't expect me to care about you as family anymore!" Chloe said, "If you don't give it back, I'll beat it out of you!" I laughed. The taste of blood filled my mouth. None of them had bothered to ask me a single question — they'd taken Derek's word alone and decided I was a thief. And that pendant? Grandma had actually given one to each of us, me and Derek both. He'd lost his and simply taken mine instead. At the time, I hadn't minded — we were family, I figured, so what did it matter whose was whose. Looking back now, that had been nothing but wishful thinking on my part.

announce the new relationship. "Marius, are you there?" asks Inès, her smile already glued to her white teeth. "You're coming with us to Rome, right? We need you for the photos." I look at her. I look at my mother. And I wonder what they will do, the two of them, when there is nothing left to destroy. I say yes. I smile. But deep down, I'm cold. A cold that neither Rome, nor Inès, nor even Gracias's death could warm.

I also need answers to her emergency and why she never showed up at the beach. When I hail the cab, I look back at the empty house. I should have come home with my husband that night. It shouldn't have been empty. We should have started preparing for our honeymoon. Everything was meant to be sweet as ever, not this bitter. When I arrive at Valeria's place, the house felt deserted at first. I didn't see any workers. But I can't turn back. I have to see Valeria, so I continue walking into the house. As I climb the stairs, I start hearing voices, and that calms my heart. At least, Valeria is at home. I know she's the only one who stays in the house with her late husband. But since he died last

He had a young boy’s shirt caught in his teeth, anchoring the child to the ground while the wind of the Source-Born’s hunger threatened to tear them both away. "We need a **Distraction**!" Jax howled. "If we don't give it something bigger to eat, it’s going to finish the Nursery in five minutes!" ### The Ghost of 1998 I looked around the chaotic street, and that’s when I saw them. Near a blue minivan that was slowly lifting into the air, a man and a woman were huddled together. They weren't fighting. They weren't screaming. They were just holding each other, their eyes shut tight against the end of the world.