Defending Jacob True Story Novels & Stories

He quickly fell to one of Jacob's guards. "How'd things end up like this?!" Snow's expression changed, unable to keep her calm. After the last few rounds, her side used three of their men to barely defeat one. Other than Leon, the scammer, only she was left to fight against four opponents. Among them was Jacob, one of the best fighters among the youths of Springfield City. He was at the late Innate Stage, so there was no way he was any worse than her. It was a pipe dream for her to defeat four of them alone!

Jacob Reeves did indeed struggle from scratch when he founded Security Black. He worked tirelessly to build a company that was looked down upon by his adoptive father, Nicklaus Hunter. The cold-hearted, iron-fisted man who kicked him out for refusing to marry a woman chosen to strengthen the Hunter Group's business network. The woman now sitting beside Jayden Kingston, the half-American, half-African man who now served as Minister of Defense. Compared to Jayden, Jacob was indeed far more handsome and charming. Especially now that he still looked dashing at the age of fifty.

Jacob said, grinding his teeth. "I would've..." "Nah, you couldn't. Even after tying the knot with Jimmy. Did you? Kept sneaking around to see Jay. Kept pulling shifts at his company. You even visited him in his apartment." "Jimmy attacked Jay. I was scared." She argued. "Nope, he didn't. Jimmy never planned that. The attack was a sham. Jay set it up, wanted you back." "No... I can't believe that." Jacob stood up, "If you're not buying it, why bother showing up?"

Then— “Why didn’t you fight harder?” The question struck like a punch. Irina froze. Jacob looked away immediately. Regretting it. But it was too late. The question was already out. The question he’d wanted answered for months. For a long moment, Irina remained silent. Gathering herself. Gathering years of heartbreak. Then she spoke quietly. “I did.” Jacob looked up sharply. “I fought in court.” A pause. “I fought your father.” Another pause. “And I fought for you.” Tears burned behind her eyes.

Without hesitation. Khaelon's eyes flashed. Jacob met his stare without backing down. "What I do has nothing to do with you," he said quietly. "And whether I talk to Vida or not is my decision." The silence between them became suffocating. Neither man looked away. Neither yielded. And for the first time in years... Jacob Morgan openly defied Khaelon Dravik. Over a girl.

Jacob said. I ran after Jacob. Did he really think they could pull this off? The ballroom was full of unarmed vampire nobles. But there were armed guards everywhere, and soon they would retaliate. We rounded a corner. A dozen guards stood there, brandishing swords and crossbows. Jacob shoved me behind him. He didn't hesitate. He jumped out into the middle of the group of guards and attacked. His sword took the heads of two guards in a single sweep. Had Jacob always been so strong? I knew he was meant to be our village's next Alpha, but I had never imagined he could fight like that!

Lillian's voice cut through—sharp, ice-cold. "I burned that ultrasound on purpose. Jacob might still be playing nice, but I'm done. You need to vanish. You don't belong with him. Your whole thing? A lie. He's Bayronne's richest man. You were just a game." Jacob froze. Every word hit like a slap. She was cruel. And he'd let her twist everything—let her turn him against the one person who actually mattered. He sank into the couch. Water dripped from the ceiling, cold against his scalp.

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.

I hoped this would lead to a real date. Jacob’s phone vibrated and he glanced down. He pressed on his screen before turning and high-fiving Tommy. “Looks like our team was able to defend the gym,” Jacob announced, putting the phone back in his pocket. “I knew we could handle it,” Tommy replied. “Good job.” “You too,” Jacob said, ruffling Tommy's hair. “We took care of business today.”

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