Jacob Alden Novels & Stories

As Godwin drove into the driveway and halted the car, he turned off the car, peered at me and said, "Come on, sister. You need to relax. That reminds me, Jacob Weston the basketball star player at the academy was asking me about you. He said that he would like to go for a run with you, if you are going to accept his challenge and I should reach out to him." I rolled my eyes as I had no interest in Jacob. He was after all, Godwin's friend too. Jacob was a 22-year-old guy with rich brown skin and he was taller than me, and had also helped our pack win in the last basketball match against other packs. At 22 years old, Jacob already owned a Ferrari and many girls in our Academy had crushes on hi

Jacob questioned, his voice filled with concern, as he wrapped his arms around her trembling body. Feeling the comforting embrace, Yifa couldn't hold back her emotions any longer and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Jacob whispered softly, "Hey, what's happening?" He gently tucked Yifa 's head under his chin, his hand tenderly stroking her hair while his other hand provided a soothing rub on her back. Jacob was deeply worried about his friend. His surprise was evident when he ascended the stairs and heard Prince Derek Derek repeatedly calling out Yifa 's name with clear worry in his voice.

“I didn’t bring anything remotely fancy, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to pull this off. So, Mr. Jacob, what’s your grand solution?” Without hesitation, Jacob pulled out his phone. “First, I’m calling Eliot.” “Who’s Eliot?” I asked, curious. “A friend.” “And how’s this friend supposed to help?” Bianca asked, giving Jacob a skeptical look. “He’s a fashion designer,” Jacob said with a grin as he dialed, putting the call on speaker. The phone rang twice before a voice answered—high-pitched and unmistakably flamboyant, though layered with background noise: chatter, commands, and a flurry of activity.

I pray that's not the case for both of them and for me, because I'd be lying if I said that there's not a part of me that's insanely happy at the idea of having my best friend back in my life. As the shock of the news bounces around the SUV I try to shut it out as I work out what's going to happen next. “Jacob, head back to the road that we parked at when we arrived here. Everyone is heading that way and once we arrive there you will lead the convoy home.” He nods as he starts up the engine. “No problem, Alpha.” I re-take my seat next to Shane and once again find my attention going to Robbie. He's sitting next to a very chatty Thomas but it's clear that he's not paying any attention to what

Kade growls warningly but the blonde just laughs. "Don't be like that, I just thought you'd like to know who's going to be looking after your mate when you're dead." Kade turns towards him and the guy just lifts a gun, pointing it straight at my forehead and carries on talking as though he isn't. "I'm Jeff by the way. You've got to tell me, is she a good fuck? I've seen you two at it a couple of times and I've got to say, she looks like she knows what she's doing. I don't mind a bit of dominance between the sheets. I'm thinking she could ride me all night long, what do you reckon?"

but all I could see was the images of Sam being burnt whilst Jax carried me off “All of this. They knew, they knew I would get out the car with Cole, they knew I would make you stay in the car. They are targeting you” I was struggling to focus on his words, the images of the burning car scarring my mind forever. “What the fuck?” Alpha Christian has appeared, once again sweat is glistening on his skin but he looked furious “Is this Hayden?” “No” I know Daryl’s eyes are on me as he speaks “Hayden is dead” “About time someone put that idiot down, so how did you do it?” He suddenly seemed to be so oblivious to the car that was on fire as other pack members rushed around to put it out before it s

Pitchy lost no time in shutting his mouth and sparing us the annoying sound of his voice. “Never touch what’s mine. Sofia Claremont is mine. Whoever harms her answers to me. Understood?” Derek growled. Pitchy nodded. “Of course, y-your M-Majesty.”

We got to hang out at the packhouse more often and I became best friends with Trainors and most of the teens at the packhouse. It's been two months since we graduated from college. I now work as the Human Resource Manager at Selena Textiles– a factory founded by Alpha Lex, where Daniel is the CEO. Both Daisy, Dylan, and Arnold work there too. Prove out Arnold was not as bad as I thought! The thing that made him miserable was drugs and his high school in Jamaica. But since he broke up with Nico, and his father Rebuked him for using too much ebonics, excessive slang, and a weird way of speaking by omitting words, he has become normal. It was all because of Drugs.

Jacob looked at me as if to accused me with words, “You. Knew.” “You heard me. But its a secret, you can’t tell it to anyone.” “Of course I fucking know it should be a secret! Damn it. No wonder Aiden was…” he hissed. “I’m surprised he haven’t ran there himself.” Jacob sighed. “Elon is such a coward for recruiting rogues.” “An asshole move.” I intercepted. “Yeah. You’re both right.” then he paused abruptly. “Can you please hit on the gas, Alpha Jacob? Seth is saying something…”

She figured that he must have wanted Tristian Reyes’s contact. Without wasting any time, Jacob typed the numbers into his phone and called Tristian. The phone rang four times before he heard a click. “Tristian Reyes speaking. How can I help you?” Tristian’s voice carried an aura like no other, and even a man like Jacob couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Jacob cleared his throat, adjusted his tie and spoke. “This is Jacob Wades from the Wades family.” He said, hoping to get some recognition with his family name.