Jacob Anthony Perez Novels & Stories

“Apologies, Officer. As you can see, we are not from this school and I am wearing my gloves. You can be sure that I did not tamper with any of the possible evidences.” “Alright,” another police officer remarked. “Step aside now.” “But Officer,” I smirked; “I may have some information that could help you in your official investigation.” “Oh, Jacob!” A voice called from behind. “Constable!” I waved at Det. Con. Joaquin Perez with a cheerful smile. He is the older brother of my best friend, making me acquainted with the CID. Recalling my first meeting with the meddlesome youngster, I think, their youngest sister, Lt. Lindsay Perez was one of the CAT Officers who tied the rope around Samael Salc

Now, Scarlett was presenting her final arguments to the judge. “A young man’s life is at stake in this trial. Mister Jose Perez had a job waiting for him, but this too was put on hold because of the allegations made against him by Mister Pier Bianci. Mister Perez was accused of damage to property, and arson, but in this trial, not a single solid evidence was presented by the prosecutor that Mister Perez had, in fact, instigated the damages,” Scarlett said, her eyes occasionally landing on the judge as she mostly went back to her drafted speech.

The veins in his arms were showing as he touched my legs, parting them further as if I wasn’t yet open enough to him. I saw him walk to the cabinet, when he turned to me, fiery and dangerous eyes appeared. There was a stick on his hand, a silicon was on its end. I am not familiar with that thing, and I think it does not matter at all. What matters is that Jacob shove his cock in my wetness and fuck me hard. “Whose whore are you?” Jacob asked as he was running the stick on my legs. “You… ughh!” I didn’t complete my sentence because before I could even say it, Jacob already whipped the stick on my legs.

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

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”

ALPHA ONLY PRIME BREEDER NAME: KATE MARIE PAYNE AGE: 16 HAIR: BLONDE EYES: SILVER GREY HEIGHT: 5 FOOT 6 WEIGHT: 8 STONE BREASTS: 36C PEDIGREY: BETA OF THE WILLOW PACK'S 3RD DAUGHTER. VERY STRONG GENES AND STRONG WOLF DNA The announcer read out her stats and I gripped my bidding number stick ready to bid from the word go. "Let's start the bidding at $25,000." "25!" I called out. "30!" Another called.

I asked, stopping her. “Aguilar, there are things that are in stake. My father’s health, my life, everything is just complicated. I have no brother to take his place if something is to happen to him. I am going to need assistance, and I do not intend to let go of what is my rightful claim.” She said, and I scoffed. “Your rightful claim simply because I am allowing it to be.” I said. She opened her mouth to speak and I raised my hand, stopping her. “I believe that you know how to show yourself out.”

Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute. A bitter smile crossed my face as I took the pen that was there next to me and signed my name without much of a thought. From the time I was born, I have only seen and felt rejection and fear, and I think that is what I will only experience for the rest of my life. I got up from my place, and when I was about to leave, Beta Rodriguez called out my name. “No one knows about this contract between us, so I don't want you to tell anyone. Do you understand?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

he finished looking between the three of us nervously. "Mr Perez," I began again. "You know who I am, and you know what I am. You know that I can hear your every heartbeat and you know that I know you are lying to me. So, let's skip the bullshit, what do you know about Gustavo Escobar?" He stayed silent as I glared him down. I spotted his hand slowly inching towards the phone on his desk and slammed my hand onto it before he could reach it and crushed the dial pad.

"Always be careful." Alexandro's grip on my back tightened slightly, and I knew he had heard the warning. The implication was clear—Jacob didn't trust Alexandro, and he feared for my safety. "I've arranged for a small meal," Alexandro announced, gesturing toward a table laden with food. "Please, join us." The meal that followed was torturous. Conversation was stilted, with long stretches of uncomfortable silence. My family ate little, their discomfort evident in every forced bite. I picked at my own food, appetite vanishing under the weight of their collective misery.