Defending Jacob Book Novels & Stories

Algernon said coldly. "I have disgraced all Juwanians?" Jacobus scoffed and turned an ice-cold gaze on Algernon as he said, "Fine, fine. You're a brave hero! If that's really what you think, then go ahead!" Jacobus took three steps backward, looking as if none of it concerned him any longer. The representatives of the 12 great families frowned upon seeing this. Jacobus was the top Dark Knight. He wasn't a vain fame-seeker and had experienced countless great battles in his lifetime. Who would believe that he was a coward?

A few minutes later Jacob walks into the room in his usual sweatpants and shirt. "I brought the book back," I said, standing up. I hand it over to him and he takes it. "Did you read it?" He asked flipping through the pages presumably to look for bookmarks. "Of course and I loved it- no sorry I lived it," I responded with a smile on my face. I can't believe I read a book with more than 300 pages. I have never pictured myself doing that but It isn’t a choice anyway, I had to do it because of Jacob. I need him to spend time with me so I can crack all the holes in this house but aside from that, I did enjoy the book.

Jake braced his feet against the floor, his Alpha aura flaring dangerous and low, ready to detonate. But the lock held. The guard let out a muffled grunt through his tactical mask, muttered something about the old dampening wards, and continued his march down the corridor, his footsteps fading back into the heavy silence of the basement. Jake exhaled a long, ragged breath, the sweat dripping down his temple as he looked down at the heavy bulk hidden beneath his clothes. He had just stolen from the royal archives. If Magnus found this book in his possession, it wouldn't just be a matter of silver chains anymore; it would be viewed as an act of absolute, unpardonable treason against the crown.

All the proof of the version of me. My fingers moved slowly picking up the papers. Each page felt heavier than the last. "You are disgusting, " I said quietly. Jacob chuckled to himself. "I'm practical." I had to force myself to look up at him "You're talking about taking a child from her mother." His face didn't change. "I'm protecting what is mine." Something hurt in my chest. "I'm not someone you think you own." His eyes got darker. For a moment he wasn't calm. Jacob stood up slowly. He moved carefully. His shoulders were tense. He walked around the desk. Stopped a few steps away from me.

“Why did I even ask?” Jacob pulls out a book and I notice that one isn't dusty like the others. I move closer to him and we both stare down at the book. Its title is written in a language I don't understand. He pierces his thumb with his canines and places it on the cover page. His blood sips through the cover. The bookstore disappears and I find us standing in front of enormous black doors. “First time, you have proved yourself useful,” I say in approval. Jacob's head whips towards me. “Excuse me?”

The first day of Alessandro’s residence in the barn began before the sun had even cleared the horizon. Caro woke to the rhythmic, metallic clink of tools and the heavy thud of timber. She lay in bed for a moment, her heart racing as she remembered that she was no longer alone on the property. The "Defender" was no longer stalking the streets of Rome; he was in her backyard, attempting to repair the damage five years of neglect had done to her sanctuary.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

My stomach turned, my hands clenched, and yet I forced a calm exterior. I wanted to speak, to defend myself, to demand proof that her insinuations were lies. But Lorene’s gaze pinned me, and I realized she didn’t need to prove anything. The seed was planted. Jacob appeared at that precise moment, stepping forward with a casual grin that did little to hide the sharp glint in his eyes. “Ignore her,” he murmured, low enough that only I could hear. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. You’re stronger than she gives you credit for.”

That pretty sight always got me in a chokehold whenever I saw it. But instead, I was going to meet some important person, because Jacob had asked with a mean face. “He’s someone that helped out a great deal in this trial,” Jacob responded, “playing a huge part in our upcoming win.” “Upcoming win?” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief at his delusion. “And what exactly did this person do?” “You don’t seem to believe we’re going to win this,” Jacob said through clenched teeth, “why’s that?”

The way he looked at Jacob, it was as if he was silently plotting his demise, simmering with anger and jealousy. I went back to my senses when Jacob said, "So what now, m'lady? You lost the game," he teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. I chuckled, shaking my head in good-natured defeat. It was true. Jacob had just defeated me in a game of bowling, and I couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed and embarrassed.