Defending Jacob Book Summary Novels & Stories

His hands rested lightly in his pockets while he stared at the skyline. I didn’t interrupt him. I’d learned that silence often meant he was connecting things rather than avoiding them. After a minute he spoke without turning around. “My mother never says something she can’t defend.” I looked up. “If she warned you…” He paused. “…then she’s already seen something.” My heartbeat quickened. “You think Jacob has another plan?” “I don’t think so.” He turned to face me. “I know my brother.” His voice stayed calm. “When Jacob believes he’s losing he doesn’t retreat.”

myself and Jacob said at the same time. “They are still working together,” Jacob said, hitting his hands against the wall. I wanted to go to him, comfort him. Tell him everything is going to be alright but that will mean I forgive him but I'm not ready for that yet and I still stand my ground of staying away from him. “They are still working together to take you down permanently,” Braden said. “Braden is right,” I said, “if Evan's defense can sell to the public and to the court that you are a violent man,” I said looking at Jacob, “they can change the narrative,”

Jacob glanced around nervously as I folded my arms and leaned casually against the wall. “You’re looking tired, Councilman,” I began lightly. “All that work for the Crown must be wearing you out.” He exhaled shakily. “If you called me here for pleasantries, Serena, you’ll be disappointed.” I smiled. “Oh, Jacob. Still so direct. That’s what I always admired about you.” “Get to the point,” he said, voice tight. I tilted my head. “Why so defensive? You act like I dragged you into a pit of lions.”

It was the quiet certainty, the conviction of a man who believed his possessiveness was devotion. “You’re scaring me, Jacob,” I whispered. He reached up, brushing a tear from my face with his thumb, his eyes softening for a fraction of a second. “Good,” he murmured. “Fear keeps you safe.” Then he turned away. “You won’t see Draven again,” he said, voice final. “If he comes near this house, I’ll kill him myself.” The words punched the air from my lungs. “Jacob, don’t...” He looked back at me, his gaze sharp as glass. “You think I won’t? I’d burn this whole forest down before I let him take you.”

Sốphận, the game Jake claimed had stolen his father’s soul, the game he was hoping to destroy to release it. I failed Jake that night. I could’ve helped him. Could’ve done something, at least. Instead I ran. So it’s time to belly up to the bar for one last drink. Time to face the proverbial music, because I lost something that night, too. I’m not sure how, but when Jake disappeared I think a little bit of my soul got sucked away with him, either because of something mystical, or because I’d traded a piece of it away in my selfish escape. I don’t know how the box made it back to me. Regardless, after all these years it’s finally time to play the game. And if I win, if I wipe the slate clean,

"Maybe whatever brought you back isn't giving you as much power as it promised." Jacob growled and lunged at me with both claws extended. But this time I was ready. I ducked under his attack and grabbed his wrist, using his own speed to flip him over my shoulder. He hit the ground hard and rolled away, but I could see surprise on his face. "That's it, isn't it?" I pressed. "You're fighting the rule just like I did. Part of you doesn't want to be here." "You don't know anything!" he screamed, but his voice cracked.

he explains to her, finally relaxing in his seat and Mia knows the tale is concluded. She stares into space for some time, seemly processing what she's just heard; and it's necessary to be honest. The story's complicated and her mind and nothing appears to fit well with her thoughts and presumptions going into the conversation. Finally though, Mia settles for, “I think I’ll go lay down for a while.” She stands up to take her leave. “All I’m trying to do is protect you, Mia,” Jacob says just as she gets to the door. “Only God knows what would happen if you were to fall into the wrong man’s hands.”

My face goes warm, and it becomes harder to breathe as I suddenly remember that I couldn’t defend myself that day. I was weak and pathetic that night. I try to read the text written in my book to distract myself, but I cannot focus. I grab my stuff and walk out of class before I make a mockery out of myself by crying in front of everyone. …….. –That day– As Jacob leaves to meet Natalie, I smile. The relief on his face was phenomenal. He was uncertain, but happy that there was a sign to save their relationship. I am happy for him. Sometimes I try to find signs too. I want to go back to my ex, West, so badly. But I know it’s not right. He is a terrible human being.

He had promised himself it would never happen to her again, yet that filthy abomination had managed to touch her mind, made her doubt herself, made her relive Clent’s brutal attack and believe she was in some way to blame. "Jacob." Rich was studying Jacob with knowing eyes. "It takes a tremendous amount of energy to heal a wound such as this one. Go with Prest and feed heavily, that the two of you can provide for our family. I will guard those here. Do not fear the task is too great. I may choose to follow my brother, but I am capable of fighting should there be need." Jacob waved a hand to close the ground over Dedari, weaving intricate safeguards to ensure the leader's rest wasn't disturbe

And now he’d let his guard down, and the damn table was about to turn. It took me years of piercing through his ironclad armor, of watching his every move. He’d seemed untouchable at first, the prince of the school. The predator who made everyone bow to him. But then Jacob appeared. It’d begun as his usual game. Another to play with and toss away, but the longer and closer I watched both of them, the clearer it became. He wasn’t just fucking Jacob… or trying to control him like everyone else. He cared about him.