How Old Is Jacob Day Novels & Stories

“The longer we wait, the more time he has to plan his next move. We end this now.” The front door creaked as I pushed it open, the stale air within carrying the scent of mildew and decay. My boots crunched against broken glass as I stepped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through boarded-up windows. The house was a skeleton of itself, the walls peeling and the floors warped, but it still bore the scars of its history. A few faded photos hung crookedly on the wall, the faces within barely visible beneath layers of grime. Jacob was sitting in a battered armchair in the corner of the room, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a smirk on his face. His dark hair was disheveled,

“They were young. Only eighteen or so. It wasn’t until he was my current age that he realized he needed an heir.” Well, needed may be a strong word. More like wanted, but I don’t clarify that out loud as it doesn’t really matter. “How old are you?” Vanessa asks. “Twenty-nine,” I say. “Jake and Jordan are both thirty.” “And you went to Carnage Island seven years ago, right?” I nod, confirming the history Jordan gave her. “We were all twenty-two at the time. I’m only a few months younger than Jake and Jordan .” They have summer birthdays while I have a fall one. But that’s not important.

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”

He really did not know who she actually was and what was she capable of. "No, No, No I am not the son of any militiaman, I am just a peasant who has this secret of yours and believe me, I can be scarier than a son of a militiaman. Now that if you have had a taste of your own medicine, you can go or I can make you go by saying more embarrassing things." Jacob was fuming but didn't dare to do anything and left stomping. He was just a 17-year-old boy after all, who was unnecessarily proud. If his father got to know that he got into a fight and that too taking the family’s name then he would be dead for sure.

"I know that someday someone will be for me and give me what I deserve, but tell me, why is Yenna so upset?" I kept thinking about the night I had spent with Jacob, I didn't like older men, but nine years, it wasn't that many years apart, he was so sweet, so kind, so affectionate, but above all so special, it was a pity that it had only been a crazy night, as he called it, it could have been something more interesting.

Please. He ignores my message and replies. Jacob:‘ Wouldn’t you ask me about my day?’ Me: ’How was it?’ Jacob: ’Norris was a fucking mess. I hate Millie for doing this to him.’ Me: ‘Me too. By the way, she snapped at me. lol’ Jacob:’ You knew this would happen?’ Me: ’Yeah…’ Jacob: ’I am proud of you Natalie… There will be a hell of a drama tomorrow. Norris will probably skip school.’

He smiled widely and opened his arms to hug his brother. Jonathan walked past him, completely ignoring him like air. Jacob stood in that position for a few seconds with an awkward smile on his face. He ran towards Jonathan and stood before him awkwardly laughing. "Brother, did I do something wrong? Why are you in such a bad mood" He was looking up at him like a sad puppy who was being ignored by its master? Jonathan was six years older than him, which meant that Jonathan will be twenty-six years old this year. He can never beat Jonathan even in age, height, handsomeness, or wealth. He was the most eligible bachelor both in the US and in the UK.

“I’m beyond happy to be here with you.” “I'm just glad you agreed to come,” he replied. “I was half afraid you wouldn't.” “Why wouldn't I?” I asked, puzzled. “Let's just say that the last time I was this excited about a date, it didn't go so well,” Jacob said, taking a sip of his wine. “You can't just leave me hanging with a story like that,” I told him. I was rather flattered that he was excited about our date. He blushed slightly. “The last time I was this excited about a date, I was thirteen and she was a year older than me and on the cheerleading team.”

He says, and I smile at him. "What is it?" I ask, still smiling at him. "I have to twll you in your ear Qween," He says. "What is your name?" I ask, and he looks to the woman holding him, and she nods—permitting him to tell me his name. "I am Jacob, and I am 4 years old." He says, smiling from ear to ear. He is missing his front tooth, making him even cuter. Finally, he starts to wiggle, trying to get out of her hold.

he says with a drawl. I stop, being pulled back by my backpack. “What” I snapped; I wasn’t in the mood. “Now, don’t use that tone, Missy; you know Mason and Lucas won’t be happy if you don’t play nice. He says way too close to my face. “Fine, how can I help you, Jacob” I throw a fake smile his way, at the end, for good measure. “That’s better,” I hear the rest of his cronies snigger behind us. “I hear it’s your birthday soon, eighteen too.”