Novel & Cerita Young Jeremy Sumpter

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.

And then he walked in. Jeremy Carter. Nineteen, probably just out of high school. He had that look of quiet exhaustion. He looked like someone who had too many responsibilities, the kind that was too heavy for someone his age to carry. I hadn’t looked at him twice until Kael stirred. The wolf's voice had torn through my mind so suddenly that it nearly made me drop my cup. 'Mate.' The word burned, lighting a spark that spread like wildfire through every nerve in my body. I looked up, and the moment my gaze landed on him, the bond snapped into place.

"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?"

He says and I'm shocked. “Hart? As in Beta Owen Hart of Silver Crest Pack?” I ask him. “Yes, that's exactly who I'm talking about.” He tells me. “So, Jeremy had big dreams and he was in love with a Betas daughter, do you think that it's possible that he fell into the wrong crowd in order to fulfil these dreams?” I ask him.

“ Child I think you assumed somethings dear, there is no way jeremy would be able to change the color of his eyes when angry and about his outburst after seeing you with Nate , he was just trying to protect you, although Nate is the most responsible of the brothers, he is bad news for your reputation dear, especially as you are trying to heal from the truama of loosing your parents “ After hearing her say that I realized that Jeremy became angry when he saw me with the gorgeous stranger, so his name is Nate huh? And what does Aunt mean about him being the most responsible of the brothers? But before I could ask she was called by uncle and she left the room and I did feel better after talking