I Like Em All Jacob Latimore Novels & Stories

I shouted, yanking my hand out of his grip. Frowning, Jacob threw me a hard look and said, "Lilith, you know that I love you, darling. But whatever is messing you up this must you need to let it off your chest." Could I do that? Could I be honest with Jacob about Atlas even though he worked for the organization?

I asked with dilated eyes. “Emily, look. I know we're mates and all that. But you just don't match my vibe. I mean, last night when we had sex, you just laid there like a log of wood while I did all the work,” Jacob said coldly. “But Lyla and I go way back. She knows me more than anyone. We only broke up because of distance. Thanks for bringing us back by the way. You've served your purpose.” “What?” I blinked more times than I could count.

Just the thought of having another woman in bed made him want to lash out at all of the creatures present in the courthouse. His pride was wounded. He felt so powerless and weak. As Liam stared straight into the emerald green eyes of Ember Jacobson, he promised that he would make her life miserable with each day that she would live as his Luna. She would regret the day she looked down on him.

There he goes again flattery and does dimples will get him anywhere “ I'm Stars Salvador” The minute that our hands touch each other I felt an electric send shock to my body and unlock something in me from the way he was looking at me I know the same thing happens to him is eyes turn pitch black while mine was white as snow the only words that came out “ MATE! “ Like we didn't know that already but this time saying it creates a connection between us that would've takes weeks for us to build .

I’m about to do a very embarrassing little happy dance when I hear my name. “Lacey?” Of course it’s Liam. I whip around, too fast, and nearly knock over a hand sanitiser station. He’s standing by the cable machine in a tank top, looking like he belongs on the cover of a fitness magazine for emotionally unavailable men who secretly read poetry. “I literally told you I’d be here less than fifteen hours ago, dumbass,” Liam says, grinning. His tank top clings in all the right places, and his arms look like they’ve been personally sculpted by divine intervention. I resist the urge to comment — not because I don’t want to, but because Emilia already got there first. God, that woman hit the jackpot

Shit, why was he enjoying it all so much? "I love you, Emily," Liam whispers at once. Of course Emily was speechless when she heard that. She is still not in her conscious mind because she is still enjoying all the remnants at the same time with the feeling of the dilemma that is inside her. But, to be honest, Liam is amazing. ***

"You got taller. I'll start calling you Le Bron James." "You know I prefer Kyrie Irvin, he is my guy. I'm no Laker fan." Eleanor entangled her arms with that Emil as they walked out of the lecture room. "More reasons why I call you Le Bron. You should be called what you look like, don't you think?" Emil nodded. There was no point in arguing with Eleanor but he was glad he made up with her. Life could have been harder. Waking with Eleanor, Emil felt like a giant…that is what he has become. He was intimidating to other students, apart from Eleanor who won his great prize since they were kids.

And another picture of himself, looking devastatingly handsome, his caption beneath it: Pictures of everything you love. I couldn’t help it, I grinned. Carefully leaving Sophia’s bed, I moved through the hall and into the kitchen. Liam was waiting, smiling at me. I rolled my eyes and snatched the drink from the counter. “I’m still mad at you.” “I’m sorry,” he said simply. “It was just an interview. No one comes close to you, Em. You’ll always be the most beautiful woman in the world. Even when you’re old and toothless.”

I know M83. But something seems missing. Isn't it Jake's favorite band? "Who is the guy, Em?" "Jake asked me out," she says calmly. What? Wow. Am I shocked? Then suddenly it hits me. I was wrong. Jake doesn't want me. Gosh, I was so stupid. So wrong. "That's nice," I tell Emilia after a few moments. "But I'm a little surprised." She smiles. "At first he gave me these CDs. Then he asked me if I wanted to hang out with him. I was so shocked! Jake Sordino, can you imagine! I thought for a while that he liked you."

Emille whispered softly in her ear, his eyes glanced at Grandmaster. His sweet voice travelled from her ear, through every vein and artery in her body, playing like the Melody from a guitar string. It gave her calmness, instantly cooling the active volcano that was about to erupt in her. But when the message that his words carried sank deep in her system, it only gave rise to another volcano. "His name is Emille Rivers." Brantley added. She heard it clearly, unlike the first time when Brantley said it. Grandmaster scuffed, "Ridiculous! He is making excuses for his father." Grandmaster stated. He was beginning to get impatient. His men might not last long down there, he needed to get out of h