Young Jeremy Sumpter Novels & Stories

“Very sure. This is Jeremy Carter we're talking about. The same Jeremy that played an entire football match with a fractured wrist because he didn't want to lose to Chicago.” I sniff and wipe under my eyes. “The same Jeremy," she continues, "that got tackled so badly during nationals that people thought he broke his spine, but this idiot stood up three minutes later and still scored the winning touchdown.” I let out a small laugh. She points at me immediately. “Exactly. You know what I mean. A man like that can't die easily. Death will probably see him coming and decide it doesn't want the stress.” Ok now I really laugh. She joins in immediately, and for a few seconds, the hospital around us

The last time he saw me, he called me a disgrace before shipping me off to another continent. I changed quickly, did my makeup, put on heels. By the time I got back downstairs, Alex was already seated. Cool. Collected. Unbothered. “How did the meeting go?” my father asked. I spotted a splash of red on Alex’s suit. Blood. She saw me notice it and smirked. “Fine,” she started, but before she could say more, the doors burst open. Jeremy. The Don’s son. His suit was a mess, shirt barely tucked. His hair disheveled. That grin—arrogant, reckless, like he’d just walked out of a fight or a lover's bed and enjoyed every second of it.

"I see you haven't changed much. Still hiding behind suits and hired help. Tell me, where is Jeremy? I expected him to be the first one at the door to greet his dear brother, I've missed him so much after all." At the mention of the name, the heavy mahogany doors creaked open once more. "What idiot is calling my name with such disrespect?" a voice boomed from the shadows of the foyer. A young man stepped out. He was dressed in a flamboyant silk shirt and looked like he’d spent way too much time in a tanning bed. This was Jeremy, the boy who had grown into a man who looked just as vapid as his father. Alaric had shown us a recent picture of Jeremy and from his appearance now, it's clear that

Just pass by a window and take a rock out of your boot. Owen wondered if that was a good idea, but if there was something serious going on, then wouldn‘t it be better to find out exactly what that was? Maybe he could prevent a bank robbery. He nodded and stood up. Placing his hat on his head, he stretched. ―Clyde Jenkins? Where have I heard that name before?‖ ―He‘s Jeremy‘s father.‖ He stilled and stared at the sheriff. ―Jeremy‘s father is in town?‖

“Jeremy Howard .” “That’s right.” His resolute eyes then moved to his right, fixing on a man by the bar counter. Jamie recalled that Jeremy was only a boy when he first saw him. At that time, he was unaware of his lineage, nor was he part of the brotherhood that was keen on keeping scums like him out of their country. He never harbored any respect for the lad, for he was quite notorious as a teenager, and seemingly carried those traits right into his adulthood. Jamie noticed that he was currently engaged in a conversation with a woman.

she asked, then continued when Susan nodded, “He and I have gone out on a few dates and I actually kinda like him. And speaking of The Summit, when do we go back? I had so much fun that night and I can't wait to do it again,” “Too bad, because I don't think we're going to be going back there any time soon,” Susan replied. “Buzz kill,” said Caroline. On the drive home, Susan found herself replaying the moment with Jeremy in her mind. Maybe Caroline was right. Maybe Jeremy would be exactly the distraction she needed—a reminder that she didn’t have to live under Leo’s shadow. He’d seemed kind, respectful... safe. Completely different from the arrogant, dangerous man that was Leo Spencer. She al

In the evening, Stephen met Jeremy. Jeremy was thinner than he had been during their school days. His clothes were worn, and the most striking thing was how exhausted he appeared. Despite only being in his twenties, his hair had turned grey. Anyone who did not know better might have mistaken him for a man in his fifties. “Stephen, I’m here.” Jeremy walked to him and immediately knelt in front of Stephen. “Thank you for your help.” Stephen motioned for him to stand up.

"Jeremy? Who's Jeremy?" Benedict stumbled and fell to the ground. He forced out a smile. "What are you talking about, Mom? Jeremy's my brother. He's just about to turn seven. I bought him an Outoman figurine that's taller than him for his birthday. "Where's Jeremy?"

God I suck at plotting evil. “But…but that’s Pe..That’s Peter,” I stammered. “Looking miiiighty fine, might I add.” Steph nudged me in the ribs, and I scowled in response. Who cared if he was hot? He was a jerk. “Hey, dude.” Jeremy slapped hands with Peter. “Where’s your stuff?”

Then I hand it to him. Jeremy stares at the glass. His hand shakes once before he steadies it. He wraps both hands around it and drinks everything in one go. And then, he lowers the empty glass, frowning. "That's weird." "What?" "It tastes sweet." I lower my own glass. "It's vitamin C." Jeremy blinks. "What?" "You look malnourished." For a second, silence fills the room. Then Jeremy bursts out laughing. "Dude," he says, shaking his head. "That is such a Hayden thing to do."