Defending Jacob Movie Novels & Stories

Jacob roared using Brandon's name for the first time as he marched up to him and snatched up his chin in his left hand aggressively jerking him forward from the male Lions that were just barely still holding Brandon's arms. " You have no right to stand here in defense of anything!! You killed her. You and your childish naiveties killed Nora. Its killed a lot of people. Its destroyed a lot of things. You destroyed....so many sacred things! Do you think you have the right to demand anything of me after what you've done....!" Jacob snarled in his face. But where Brandon should have been cowed by the fury bleeding out of Jacobs glowing eyes, he simply sent the lion a look of utter disgust and de

She asked me. “I want to know what's going on in the trial. My Mom won't talk about and when she does, she speaks on behalf of Katherine,” I said. “Katherine?” Sophie asked, “why is that?” “I don't know, it all seems sketchy to me as well. Like there is a show that's about to drop,” I said to her. She sighs, “according to what I heard today, Evans' defense has a huge evidence pointing to the fact that Jacob is a violent man,” she said and I raised an eyebrow.

Eric snapped at him, as he went to the fridge to take out a can of water. “Fine, but don’t come looking for me when you and your wife needs help, because in as much as I’m a bad friend for trying to save my own life and that of my son, as a result of not knowing whom the alpha will kill next after he treated you badly, trust me, I’m more of on your side than you could think of.” Jacob said, defending himself. He knew exactly that they were going to have this discussion, and he was in the wrong for not consenting to save him the first time, his wife brought up the topic about it.

he touched the bandage “… is the Moon Goddess’s punishment.” Jacob slammed the car into gear. “Fine… Fine. You want to keep defending her, do it. I won’t say anything else about your damn mate.. But if you drop dead before we get there, I swear to the moon goddess, I’ll drag your corpse in front of her just so she can see what you turned yourself into.” Jacob scoffed, his disappointment obvious. “Fine, you want to keep defending her, do it. I won’t say anything else about your damn mate. But your head’s bleeding like hell. We’re going to see a doctor, no discussion.”

Jacob began his speech, his voice commanding everyone's attention, I watched as he spoke, the way he carried himself, how empowering his words were, I stared at the crowd, each one of them hung on to his every word, it was clear they loved and adored him. My thoughts were disrupted by a slight change in the air and then three bullets sailed in the direction of Jacob, my lips parted as I waited for them to pierce his flesh instead he moved at an unnatural speed, dodging the first two. I let out a gasp as I was tackled to the floor by someone. The smell of blood filled my nose and for a second I thought I had been hit only for me to turn my head sideways... Oh no... One of Jacob's security det

But before her brain could process all the details, it was already too late. A gloved hand covered her nose and mouth from behind. She recognized the faint stench of chloroform as her heart leapt into her throat. First came her weak struggle. And then darkness. * * * “You two seem close,” Abhay stated, looking from Leonard to Julian. “Yup! And since Julian likes Mom, I’ve decided to help him out,” Leo answered with a grin. “Gee, thanks, buddy! I’m honored to be your charity case,” Julian answered with sorrow in his face. He even went as far as to wipe invisible tears from his cheeks and sniff twice to illustrate his point.

She managed to escape, making it her life mission to keep her young son protected from her husband, who relentlessly tracked them down, turning their lives upside down at every turning point. One day, she decides she has had enough, playing by the book has only landed her in more shit and the only way she was going to ever truly be free from her abuser, was to face him. She took self-defense classes, showed up at his house when she believed she was strong enough and fought him. But there is one scene in the movie where her husband physically beats her, he stands over her body thinking he has won, but he hasn't. She just wanted him to think he did so she could catch him off guard and finish h

Seeing them arrive long after the exchange is over and the dust settle, Jacob recounts the incident- at least, the abridged, open to the public, and uncondemning version of it- to them, just as he repeats it to the detective put in charge of the case. To make matters easier, he ordered Quinn to dispose of the remainder of Joseph’s men after the fight before the cops’ arrival so there’s no one around to debunk his story. In fact, he will have been rather proud of himself that night if not for one little snag: Mia escaping his grasp; for the second time in a few days. “Perhaps this was an assassination attempt on you, Mr. Londermann,” Jacob hears the detective say and snaps back to the present

"What are you gonna do with that, princess? You're out of your league. Just as one of them was about to lunge at her, a deep, commanding voice reverberated down the alley. "Let her go." All heads turned as a tall, broad-shouldered figure emerged from the shadows. Jacob's face was tight, his eyes ablaze with anger. He moved with the surety of a man who knew how to take care of himself, his eyes fixed on the men. "Who the hell are you?" one of them growled. Jacob said nothing. He merely closed the distance in two long strides, a sharp punch sending the nearest man crashing to the ground. The other two fell back a step, suddenly reconsidering their plan. But Jacob wasn't waiting. The second man

he murmured. “I’m not supposed to, when you already made it hard" I replied. He took another step closer, his hand reaching out and brushing against my arm, light too familiar. My breath caught. “Don’t,” I said immediately, pulling back slightly. He did not remove his hand. “I defended you tonight,” he repeated, his voice softer now more insistent. “Doesn’t that mean anything to you?" “No,” I said again. His grip tightened slightly enough. “Jacob,”I said, sharper now. “Let go."