Jacob Alden Novels & Stories

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.

Abigail wanted to say that she actually enjoyed hearing gossip. "Abigail, are you tired of the topic I just mentioned?" Aaron's voice softened. "It's okay. Let's change the subject." "She has nothing to talk about with you!" A deep voice suddenly sounded like a hammer striking Abigail's heart. Jacob walked over with a stern face. Abigail's mind went blank, and Jacob pushed her behind him before she could react. "Hi." Jacob smirked as he looked at Aaron hostilely. "My name's Jacob Welsh, a lawyer. In our line of work, we encounter all kinds of unusual situations, but there are no ways to resolve them."

Then she motions for me to have a seat and asks if I want something to drink before returning to her desk. I make myself at ease and grab a magazine. Jacob Collin appears on the cover, smiling heartily as he stands with his arms folded. His eyes are turquoise blue, and his skin is copper. He could pass for a model in his crisp white shirt and blue jeans. It's easy to see why he's been labeled New York's most eligible bachelor, with that sculpted jaw and high cheekbones. The angle at which the photo was taken gives the impression that he is staring directly at me. I start blushing as I feel a tiny flutter in my chest.

I didn't know where Alden came from, suddenly he was here. "I heard that Daven came to try to seduce you again, didn't he?" "How do you know?" "King Jacob told me." I didn't reply because I was confused, King Jacob? Who was the name of the name that was mentioned by Alden? "The Alpha King who was with you earlier, who helped you from Daven's clutches. He is King Jackob. He is the strongest Alpha King in this universe, he controls the southern coastal region which has the largest number of territories there. It could be said that the strength of our pack and King Jackob's pack is balanced. Right now, we have a good relationship with him, and I hope that this good relationship will always cont

Jacob smiled because he knew. “Who is she? I mean her voice is so beautiful,” said Gena. “That’s my cousin, Althea,” he said, smiling. “So music runs in the family?” She said while looking at him flirting, Jacob was also a singer and he was here to give an audition. “Many more things run in the family if you want to see them on the bed’,′ he said while getting closer to her. Tyler was passing by with Julia when he heard her. It was the first time she was singing publicly,

Satisfied that her task is done, the figure retreats through the window, disappearing into the night with silent grace, leaving behind a room steeped in tranquility and the promise of a peaceful slumber for the girl named Rose. In the dimly lit hallway, Alpha Kaden ascends the staircase with purpose etched into his every step, a figure of authority and strength in motion. As he progresses upwards, a familiar voice cuts through the quiet hum of the house, tinged with a note of desperation and pain. The plea for aid, tinged with vulnerability, reaches his ears, drawing his attention like a magnet pulling at his heartstrings.

How dramatic. Jake stood at the edge of the water, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. My heart hammered in my chest. He looked… good. He always did, but right now, with his shirt slightly damp from sweat, his dark hair messily pushed back, and his piercing gaze locked onto me, he looked— Focus, Ayla. I swallowed. “It’s hot.” His lips twitched slightly, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes trailing over me in the water.

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

Dennis smiling sheepishly at the backup he was getting " so do you have any witness" he asked, " none sir, I was alone remember" I answered " what of you Mr Dennis do you have any witness" he asked Dennis, I smirked as I knew no witness because his story never happened, I was shocked to my spine when he nodded and went outside to get the witness, it was Guard Hillary, we barely know each other and I don't remember seeing him near the west zone. " So Mr Dennis is this your witness?" he asked Dennis, which Dennis replied by nodding.

“He’s hiding something. He always says he’s protecting Serena, that everything he does is for her safety. But now? He won’t help. He won’t fight. He won’t even speak about it.” “I don’t get it either,” Edward admitted. “Serena is his only daughter. His little girl. If someone had taken my mate, I’d be burning the world down to find her.” Jacob’s voice was tight with frustration. “You know what I think? I think Father knows something. Maybe not where she is, but who’s behind it.” “You think he’s protecting someone?” Edward’s voice dropped. Jacob didn’t answer immediately. He looked toward Alexandro, who hadn’t moved an inch. The Alpha looked carved from stone—so still, so silent, but clearly