Defending Jacob Book Novels & Stories

Parker was in despair. Swoosh! Jacob's eyes were extremely red as he glared at Jackie. "Jackie Yale! Do you want to destroy my Famed Sword Manor? I don't think you have what it takes to do it. Bring it on!" Jacob had no fear on his face; he roared angrily and attacked! The intense battle got even more miserable. The disparity of powers between both sides was too great. However, the Famed Sword Manor disciples fought with all their might; they wanted to defend the Famed Sword Manor!

The air was crisp with the promise of dawn as Jake tightened his leather armor, preparing for the hunt. His eyes held a mix of worry and determination, the lines of tension etched into his face deepening as he turned to me. I stood in the doorway of our room, arms crossed, pretending to be calm. "You don’t have to do this alone," I said softly. Jake stepped closer, his presence grounding. "This is something I need to do. Jacob is my responsibility, Prisca. He’s done enough damage, and it’s time I put an end to it."

Jacob moved to a corner at the library to hide his face or better still watch the show while avoiding me like a plague. Nuella called up to him, "Jay, won't you try to save your lover? Or your mate?" She referred to me rudely. Jacob scrunched his nose as he looked everywhere except my eyes, "stop it y'all. I already told you, dirty orphans are not my type." His insults really hurt me but I kept mute. He was just saying those things to pretend and maybe it was what I said to myself to console myself whenever he didn't defend me in fucked up situations like this.

"Lena just wants to act up." If they wanted water, I would take it to them. I would walk in, put the glass down, and walk out. I would show them I wasn't broken by a pathetic phone call. I left the claustrophobic attic and went downstairs, heading straight for the kitchen. The large, stainless steel room was quiet, but not empty. Jacob was perched on a stool at the counter, completely absorbed in a sleek laptop, rows of complex coding scrolling down the screen. He was dressed in a dark, expensive silk robe that only emphasized his broad shoulders and bare, muscled forearms. The room suddenly felt very small.

I am not the type of woman to hide from a confrontation anymore. After several minutes of conversation and asking Julien to organize a meeting with Fred, I get dressed and brush my hair. I don’t even bother putting makeup on because it would take way too long. Walking back to the living room, I see Thatcher holding my laptop on his legs. His eyes meet mine and I see the anger in them.

He only had Liam to contend with. Cameron found one of those books that he requested and went back to give it to him. Jacob stared at the book, he couldn't remember the last time he read page to page of a book but now he would have since it came from Cameron. "I will read it" "You better do after making me look almost through the shelves" "I don't see dust" She cleared her throat. Jacob was annoying but not in the bad way like Harry was. "That's because I clean the shelves everyday"

mafia is beating an injured pregnant woman, what a shame!” Jacob says while taking off the glass from his eyes. Zen and Jacob come to the place, and all of his men now target their guns at Jacob. Abram looks at him amusingly and smirks proudly. “Finally, my most wanted prey is here.” “If you think that I killed your daughter, then why did you kidnap my friend and his wife instead of me? C’mon, let them go? She is sick,” Jacob says arrogantly. “Coming to my area trying to show bossism? Kill them,” he tells his man, then Jacob hands up in surrender, “Argh, calm down, I’m not showing bossism, I’m here to surrender to you, I mean, how long our rivalry will last?” He spreads his hand to him but

He straightens fully, shoulders rolling back into place, eyes never leaving Jacob’s face. Jacob’s grin widens. “This power,” he continues, pacing slowly, boots crunching against broken stone, “this power you guarded so jealously, it answers to me now.” He attacks again. This time, Alexander is ready. He shifts just enough to avoid the full brunt of the blow, countering with a strike of his own that would have felled almost anyone else. Jacob barely flinches. He absorbs the hit, retaliates instantly, and the two of them collide in a brutal exchange that turns the ground between them into rubble.

The sheer, crushing weight of his Alpha aura leaked into the room, but I completely refused to cower. "You are acting like a complete psychopath," I hissed, tilting my chin up to glare into his eyes. "You cannot just snap people's bones because they stand too close to me!" "I am the King," Jacob warned, stepping around the edge of the desk. "I can do whatever the hell I want." "It is sick, Jacob! I am trying to learn how to defend myself so I don't get murdered in your basement, and you are crippling the only man who can teach me!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Anna….Jacob did what he wanted to do." "You're lying again," Anna said, then slowly reached under her skirt and brought out a small, leather covered book. "This belongs to Jacob…. It was his journal. He wrote down everything, Sylvia…Every order you gave him, every time you made him feel like trash and every secret you told him to keep."