Eliana Jacobs Novels & Stories

"She said Damon was serious about leaving you. She offered to help me get a job outside the Academy's territory if I made sure you never pursued this wolf dream again. I just wanted you to be safe, Annie. I didn't want you to get involved with these powerful Lords." "So you agreed with her?" I stared at her, the real betrayal now involving my own mother. "Are you taking sides with both of them?" "No! I was scared! And Cassandra. She knows the Martial Lord's family. She said she could make sure you'd be removed and even blacklisted from every pack." "She did it," I muttered, my chest beating faster than it was earlier. Cassandra didn't want me near Damon or the Academy—she wanted the Alpha po

"So, who was in my penthouse, Marcus?" "Layla has a twin," Marcus said, swiping the screen to show a grainy DMV photo. "Elena Vance. She’s a freelance graphic designer. No criminal record, no debt to Silas Vane, and almost zero digital footprint. She doesn't attend galas. She doesn't do 'lifestyles of the rich and famous.' She lives in a studio apartment in the East Side." Julian leaned over the desk, his eyes fixated on the photo. It was a sterile, poorly lit shot, but the eyes were unmistakable. They were the same wide, expressive eyes that had looked at him with such raw honesty through the silver filigree.

"Even if the board votes to restructure? Even if I end up controlling what was wrongfully taken from my family?" "Especially then." His lips quirk into that half-smile that never fails to make my pulse race. "You've already been running half of it anyway, catching the details I miss. The only difference is now you'll have the title to match." A knock interrupts us. Eliana stands in the doorway, elegant in a cream suit that makes her look like she never left the corporate world. Twenty-five years in hiding have left their mark in silver threading her dark hair, but her spine remains steel-straight, her chin lifted in defiance of those who thought they'd buried her along with the truth.

As for Joseph— His face was also bruised, with slight discoloration on his cheekbones, but it wasn't very noticeable. Elianna was about to leave when Joseph grabbed her hand and said, "Aren't you going to explain?" Joseph pronounced a name, "Jacoby, who is he?" Elianna raised an eyebrow. "Not familiar." Jacobey from the Pendleton family had always been interested in her. She had never agreed to be his girlfriend, but he unilaterally declared that she was his woman.

"You heard me, Tito of the Year. When are you available? Because I'm introducing you to my friend Clarisse." Damian snorted over his coffee. "Plot twist." Saben blinked. "Clarisse? Clarisse Campbell? The marketing consulting one with the relentlessly symmetrical face?" "Yes," Eliana said proudly. "Also, she's nice, intelligent, a master of sarcasm—essentially, an equal to your chaos." "I don't require an equal to my chaos. My chaos is holy. Your chaos is lonely," chimed in Grandma Leila from the couch, not even glancing up from her knitting.

I whipped around so fast, I was lucky that I didn't stumble and make a fool of myself. I stared wide eyed at the extremely beautiful woman in front of me, clad in a black dress which was too flashy for the occasion but one I knew that Lily herself had designed. Perfect figure, face perfectly made and sporting a nose job that was near perfection, she stared at me like I was a cockroach that she had spotted in her kitchen. Of course she was here. Why would she not be here? Elena. Jackson's first love. . . . ____________________

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

Calix added while applying lipstick to her lips. "Yes. After all, he is still my boss. I have to follow everything he says. But you know, bestie, it's just a bit disheartening. At first, I really thought he was kind. It turns out, he also views me in such a dirty light," Eliana stated sadly, which made me look over at where she was standing. She knows that me as Jace knows everything, so perhaps that is why she didn't hesitate to express how she felt, even though she knew I could hear her.

“How did he get into the pack unnoticed?” Isabel was pacing back and forth inside her study when Dylan walked in. If he guess correctly, Xavi is the one she is speaking to on the phone. Her face suddenly darkened, which meant that she wasn’t pleased with whatever reply Xavi gave. “Close the borders immediately! Make sure no one comes in or goes out of the pack!” She barked out the order, slamming her phone against the wall the moment she hung up. This isn’t happening. Not in her time. She can’t let that good for nothing ruin her reputation.

“Not loudly. Personally.” “I know,” Lily replied. “And Alex?” Lily’s fingers tightened around the glass. “She’ll try to make him choose.” Sebastian leaned forward. “Between what?” “Power and truth,” Lily said. “She’s betting he won’t risk both.” ________ Elara’s Move Elara Wainwright Carter stood before the mirror in her office, fastening a diamond bracelet with deliberate precision. Katherine’s name glowed silently on her phone screen. She didn’t call. Not yet.