Young Jeremy Sumpter Novels & Stories

Mustering up the last bit of courage he had left, Jeremy dialed a string of numbers holding his breath with every ring. “Hello?” “Good morning sir, this is Jeremy Adams, sorry to disturb you so early in the day, but I wondering if you would be willing to help me win your daughter’s heart and stop Phillip Hudson from destroying my family.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And now after knowing where exactly he came from, Liam could tell why Jeremy was so full of himself. Jeremy, noticing Liam's surprise at the revelation, was satisfied with the reaction he got out of Liam. He had shared this information with the intention of making Liam view him as someone powerful, influential, and potentially threatening. Jeremy aimed to assert himself as superior to Liam and more deserving of Karen, seeking to undermine Liam’s confidence and position.

A girl was crying while begging at the exact man who bumped at me. "Show mercy, put down the gun----" Her statement, as well as her breathing, was cut out by the launch of the gun bullet. I pulled my hand. "Jeremy..." He looked straight to me. His narrow eyes are directly darting to mine. "Yeah... Je-re-emy is my name" he looked surprised but interested at the same time. "Y-you killed your s-son?" "C'mon young lady, I'm nineteen and don't have a son, I don't even have a girlfriend"

she stammered. I smirked, taking in the scene. "No need to start acting shy or embarrassed, please." Ember apologized, still avoiding eye contact. "Sorry, I was just caught up in the moment." I chuckled, walking further into the room. "Yeah, caught up. Now, won't you introduce me to the gentleman?" Ember's gaze darted to the man, who was watching our exchange with a neutral expression. "Sorry... sorry, this is Jeremy, his father was the late Alpha Samuel from Blackwood Clans. And Jeremy, meet my best friend, sister, and Alpha. Lyra."

Miss Amelia is still paralyzed from the accident, the company is sinking, and Hector is marrying the skank who’s up to no good. Jim pities the old man. “I’ll go to the office,” Jeremy says. “You stay here and look after the decorations. God knows how much all this is gonna cost!” “Yes sir!” Jim bids goodbye to Jeremy and waits until his boss is gone. Once Jeremy leaves, Jim hurries to find a secluded space. He comes across a supply closet and enters it, shutting the door behind him. Taking out his phone, he dials a number. “I believe you have good news,” Ryder’s voice comes from the other end.

, Mr Jeremy's called out as he came out of the room, walking through room passage to the sitting room, his sharp bass voice even at his early 70’s still quacking the atmosphere. “It's Bridgette and her”… she kept quiet as she didn't know how to introduce Spiffy. Spiffy grasping the whole idea took up the conversation. “Yes Mr Jeremy, it's a pity we haven't been here after Bridgette's delivery,we hope you welcome us,so I came with Bridgette and Liam, our son, to meet his grandparents”. Though that pacified his anger, the frown on his face didn't fade a little before he turned to me and said. “And you why are you here”, he gestured to Spiffy and said, "Do not speak for her”.

Jeremy got a call from his manager,he asked to be excused and then he left the answer the call. “Mr Jeremy” The man on the other end said once Jeremy answered the call. “Yes sir, how can I help you?” Jeremy said. “Well I have a movie roll for you” Jeremy's manager smith told Jeremy his voice sounded like a bliss. Smith was seated in his office with his feet on his table crossed as he spoke on the phone with Jeremy. Smith was a young director,writer and editor. He was twenty, a black American with lovely coiled blue hair, with black lips.in his black eyes childish wonder could be seen. As he spoke his girlfriend massaged his shoulder.