Defending Jacob True Story Novels & Stories

Jacob. Jacob said that he was just taking orders from Klyde McMarrow, he never saw him. He was recruited by a guy named Leonardo Olaso, he did a background check about an Australian citizen named Leonardo Olaso but nothing comes out, it has been soon found that the man came from Puerto Rico, half Puerto Rican and Spanish, 29 years old, has a case of rape in many countries since he was only 15 years old. Now he's in the cover and hands of Klyde McMarrow.

But what happened with the vase, only shows how aggressive he became. Silent aggression. It’s harmless for now, but dangerous in the long run. I remembered our fight when we were kids. We always argue about things. Although he’s older than me, I’m bigger than him and stronger. He was always the weakling and sickly. But we are close despite the brawling. Until he moved away, and when my cursed came out at eighteen, I withdrew myself to my friends and moved away too. It draw us apart. Coming back was scary especially when I remember the tragic death of Zach Newton. It was traumatic. Despite my worries, I worked hard to pick up the pieces. My only fear now, is confessing to Leona. What would I

he asks, letting my hand go. "Maybe if you talked to me instead of avoiding me, you could make that judgment for yourself," I say, continuing to poke at his chest until his back is against the wall, "Jackson killed people I cared about to get to me. He chased me through the forest in the middle of the night after burning down the place I was staying at. If I was working with him, then why would he do that?" "I..I...," he stammers.

Jacob also tried to control the case from prison. He sent messages through visitors. He attempted to replace his legal team with attorneys who had represented members of the city council. He offered financial support to the family of a police technician whose testimony could connect him to the Mill. He tried to purchase the silence of one of the security guards who had seen him at the warehouse. The guard recorded the conversation and brought it directly to the prosecutor. Jacob then attempted to discredit Daisy. He claimed she had been coached. He said Sasha and Milla had confused him with another man. He accused Suzzane of inventing the entire story just to see him down.

I look at the window and blink profusely. “You guys broke up.” I state. “You must be happy... This is what you wanted, after all,” He says, quietly. “If I wasn’t reeling under my own breakup, I would have actually celebrated.” “Let me guess. He didn’t believe you.“ He sneers. “I didn’t tell him the truth.” I don’t know why the fuck I am defending Jacob. “Was he being ignorant? “ ‘Not my fault he is ignorant, easy to fool…’ West had snarled at me on his birthday night.

“This is what you get when you try to murder the alpha. You'll be locked up in a prison cell for the night. You just better hope we show you mercy.” With that, Jacob leads Rafael away from everyone. I watch in horror, knowing there's nothing I can do.

Her hand, instinctively reaching to clutch at her chest but stopping just short, almost betrayed her feelings. "What do you want me to say? Words in defense of Natalie?" "Sure." A smile crept onto her lips, but her heart felt stabbed as she spoke. "Well, everything was orchestrated by Jeffrey while the pure and innocent Natalie knew nothing about this… How's that?" Jacob looked at her and uttered the coldest words, "And you'd be right." How fond was he of Natalie to be so protective of her? She had never felt any care or love from him, yet the fierce defense he showed for Natalie was overwhelming. So, he had been passionately loving someone else and preventing her from any hurt, huh?

“You don’t know what my dad’s done since then, to us . . . and God, to Emma. He’s never done that sorta stuff before and now he’s . . . he’s . . . doin things, the kinda things make you wanna . . . ” I held myself very still; mouth clamped shut, stomach roiling. The implications set my teeth on edge and made me feel like vomiting. Jake had started rocking back and forth, his teeth chattering, as if he were gripped by a bone-deep cold. “He’s never done them things before, ever. But that’s all he’s done since that night. He lost his job at the mill and he don’t never sleep no more . . . . just drinks and bounces round the house and goes out back and pretends he’s huntin’ VC, snappin’ shots fro

“This is wrong. You’re focusing on the wrong person. Ask Gerald Stormclaw about his underground fight rings. Ask him why he kidnaps teenage wolves and forces them to fight. Ask him why his sister Kate uses magic to manipulate everyone.” Gerald shot to his feet with his face a mask of fake outrage. “Lies! Vicious lies from a disgraced son seeking to impress a common girl!” “I’m not common you rusty old lawnmower,” I muttered under my breath and Derek tensed beside me. “I’m not lying!” Jacob insisted with his voice rising. “I worked for him! I recruited for him! I was so ashamed of it I hid it from my own father! He preys on the weak!”

“You could have left. There was no point in stopping the fight Aurelia,” And we are back to using full names! “What, you enjoy beating people to a pulp?” I matched his gaze with defiance. “I enjoy beating people to a pulp when they cross their lines,” he retorted. “And, pray tell, what line did Jacob cross?” I don’t know why I was even arguing on this. Jacob? Really? Gosh! “Are you defending him?” he frowned taking a step closer. Am I? “I am not defending him. It is merely a question,” I replied without hesitation.