Jacob Anthony Perez Novels & Stories

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

“What are you on about? I didn’t bribe you. Sure, I might’ve thought about using my influence to get my way. But let’s be real, you’re not your dad. You’re not even good at negotiating for yourself.” She smirked, and honestly, if it wasn’t so damn attractive, it would be pretty unsettling how twisted that made her look. “Nice to see you noticed my assets. As if that makes me any less like my father. And that’s not the point. You threatened to kill him when I turned you down the first time.” She tilted her head at him, and Rex let out a whimper. Prieto was still there, but all weapons were out of sight. Great. “Prieto, does she really need him? Her dad wouldn’t sell to this guy, and his fathe

I was someone who sent shivers through people's spine, there was no single person that crossed me and never lived. I had everything, the face, the looks, the aura, the money, the power…everything was at the tip of my fingers, there was nothing I couldn't do or get. But how did I end up here? Let's rewind… I killed a family, from the father to his two-day-old child, he was a cop…yeah, I never feared authority, he messed up a deal and I lost fifty million dollars because of that, but after that, it was like a whole was left in me, I felt empty…this wasn't the life I wanted for my son, so I left.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Jacob. Jacob said that he was just taking orders from Klyde McMarrow, he never saw him. He was recruited by a guy named Leonardo Olaso, he did a background check about an Australian citizen named Leonardo Olaso but nothing comes out, it has been soon found that the man came from Puerto Rico, half Puerto Rican and Spanish, 29 years old, has a case of rape in many countries since he was only 15 years old. Now he's in the cover and hands of Klyde McMarrow.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

he looked at her with determination, and he didn’t stop smiling calmly. Gloria nodded. She was quite satisfied. Prodigy? That’s bull crap if there is no hard work. “Oh! Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself,” He said before chuckling, “Good afternoon. My name is Jacob Peterson, but everyone calls me Jake. Professor Henry probably mentioned me to you already.” “Hi Jacob, if you don’t mind me asking. How old you?” She could not help but ask instead. Jacob looked at her with joy, and her question did not disturb him at all and with a firmness that she did not expect he said, “I am 32 years old.”

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

I could see his smile again. Jacob's orders came. It was placed on a white plate but had very little meat. How can the child with us be satisfied? Fortunately, the others came. The one I noticed a few servings was for Jacob. There were only a few of them and Kyle seemed to notice that. "Mr. Perez looks like you're on a diet right now, ah?" its a ridiculous question. Kyle looked at me. "I've been eating earlier, but I just hung up because someone disturbed me," was his meaningful answer.