Dirty Fanfiction Jacob Sartorius Novels & Stories

He was the only number on my phone besides Francis and my mother, but he wasn't answering. ​Time passed as my anxiety climbed in leaps and bounds until outside the shop became pitch black as night took its turn. Beyond the blur of illuminated shelves in the store, I couldn't see much else but small clumps of what I assumed to be shop lights along the road. I put the phone down after the thousandth attempt and look down at Sassy. She was at my feet, her black collar camouflaging with her fur as she lays in wait. ​I had to go home.

“I find the artist lacks in talent and imagination.” “The author claims to have lived in the Fae Court for twenty years after eating a peach. When he was returned it was to find his wife dead and his children grown.” “He shouldn’t have eaten the fruit, then,” Rivyn replied archly. “I am hoping to finish reading by tomorrow morning, Siorin. If we are to spend any time in bed together tonight, you need to let me read.”

After tidying up, she endured the discomfort between her legs and left the room slowly. Once she was gone, the smirk vanished from Jacob's face. An unreadable look flashed across his eyes. At that moment, a tall figure showed up at the door. It was Wilson, his arms crossed as he shook a cigarette out of its box. He joked, "You're pretty thirsty to cheat with David Smith's woman while he's still wasted next door." Jacob remained unfazed. "That's what makes it exciting." "You're a pervert." Wilson threw a cigarette at Jacob. "Stop sleeping around. I've found you the psychiatrist you asked for. You should pick him up tomorrow."

Not to disturb Lucien more, Jacob left him to rest. Jacob went to meet Darius to talk, Jacob was concerned with Lucien's health as Darius assured him that is his number one priority, to see that Lucien gets better. Trying to deceive Jacob once more. Just then, Jacob's keen sense of smell caught something familiar coming from Darius. Jacob had caught the scent once and that was at the Finth’s, in the garden surrounded by wolfbane.

As I lay on the genuine leather sofa with a glass of 1982 Lafite in hand, I finally felt like the hero of a power-fantasy novel I was meant to be. Suddenly, a highlighted post popped up on my phone screen. It was from the campus forum. "Why Did Jacob the Fool Suddenly Lose His Mind?" I raised a brow and tapped into the thread with interest. There, students were enthusiastically discussing my "heroic act" of feeding the sandwich to a stray dog yesterday. Someone had even started a betting pool. "I'll bet a dollar that Jacob takes Carol to a fine dining restaurant and begs for her forgiveness." "I'll put ten dollars on tomorrow. Jacob will be crawling back with tears in his eyes, apologizing t

"No one important, just a lazy womanizer, he recently bought two estates but instead of running them properly, he's always out partying and now we, the employees are doing the heavy workload, I sincerely hope he won't tell me to be his personal secretary, I might go crazy" Sophia felt she made the wrong decision applying for a job at the Elrod's estate. Jake Elrod is certainly not someone to write home about. They did the rest of the dishes in silence, afterwards they arranged the kids' bath and their beds till they fell asleep. Amber went up to her room and had her bath. Her mind was still filled with what Sophia told her. Xavier. She would love to know more about him. She couldn't sleep so

And as Jacob explained, she was divided about whether to believe what Jacob was saying or to laugh at the story he had made up. "Astral vampire? Soul sucker? What was that? A piece of fiction? What the hell are you trying to plant in my brain, huh? Do you think I'm that stupid?" Claire said angrily. What did he think of her? A teenager obsessed with reading fiction stories? But truthfully, Claire really liked reading fiction stories before. It entertained her. She loved it. But even though she is addicted reading to it, she still knows how to separate reality from fiction. And Claire thinks, what Jacob was telling her was plain fiction.

They'll only destroy your soul and nothing more. Jake:Dont fucking talk about her like that. And you, you better bring her back safely or else I'll kill you. Author:*Runs and hides in a corner* Whatever, I'm the author and he can't kill me. Okay, this is pointless. Anyway thanks. Please vote, read, comment and share. Until the next chapter... -Daisy

Lucas said. Fuck. I ran a hand through my hair and cut off all eye contact with them because the more they stared at me, like predators did with their prey, the hotter my body became. This secret wasn’t just anything … This secret involved these four wolves in front of me. “Come on,” Lucas said impatiently. “It can’t beth at bad.” “Okay, okay,” I started, taking a deep breath and lowering my voice to a mere whisper. “I have a diary with all my sexual fantasies written within the pages.”

“I’ve never been wanted. And I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have someone – multiple someones – all focused on me. Like I’m the only thing in the world that matters. Like they want me so badly they can’t help themselves.” Silence. Deafening, mortifying silence. Oh god. I just told four guys I barely know that I fantasize about gangbangs. About being desired. About attention I’ve never gotten and probably never will. “I should go.” I start gathering my notes. “I’m sorry, that was – I shouldn’t have – ” “We could arrange that.” I stop. Jacob is looking at me. Actually looking at me, maybe for the first time all semester. His dark eyes are focused, intense, completely locked on