Jacob Behney Age Novels & Stories

"This old man, uh, is still full. But, please accept my gratitude, young master." I fixed my gaze on him. I'd never given this butler much thought before. [Jacob - Level 98] [Element - Fire (Grade 1)] [Age - 94] [Class - Swift Knight] I was previously aware of his B-rank warrior status, but I paid no attention to it. It turns out that this man is 94 years old. He only appears to be in his sixties. "You used to be a knight before, right, old man?"

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.”

“What a possessive guy!” “But I agreed with him. If someone fancies my wife, I may take more drastic measures.” Jacob laughed aloud. “I admire him, you know. Samuel Hoffner is my inspiration. I become what I am now because of him.” “Because of the money?” “Yes, and no. The money helped me, but it’s not all. I tried to learn and find anything I could about Samuel, his business, and how he could be the youngest billionaire thirteen years ago. It’s like a bizarre coincidence that now, at my thirty-five, thirteen years later after all my struggles, I could be the youngest billionaire at the same age as when he became the youngest billionaire.”

My heart leaped with joy and I almost hugged him. "Thank you Jake. You do not know how much this means to me." "Anything for you baby girl." I smirked when he called me that. He stood up to leave. "Jake?." I called and he turned. "How old are you?" I asked. His eyes raised at me, and he looked amused. "359 years old." I wasn't shocked to hear that. "What were you doing in high school?. It's past your age." He cackled.

“I’m beyond happy to be here with you.” “I'm just glad you agreed to come,” he replied. “I was half afraid you wouldn't.” “Why wouldn't I?” I asked, puzzled. “Let's just say that the last time I was this excited about a date, it didn't go so well,” Jacob said, taking a sip of his wine. “You can't just leave me hanging with a story like that,” I told him. I was rather flattered that he was excited about our date. He blushed slightly. “The last time I was this excited about a date, I was thirteen and she was a year older than me and on the cheerleading team.”

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”

Jenny pokes her tongue out at him. Arms folded and scuffing the ground, Chad growls, "Well I don't like it." Brett elbows him in the ribs. "I'll let you into a secret, Chad. I don't think Jenny is going to elope with Old Jacob, at least not until he's had a wash. So, if I were you, I'd stop worrying." ***** SEVEN YEARS AGO: KLEMPNER "So how is our little bird progressing, Bech?" "She's doing very well sir, by all accounts. Growing up into a real beauty so I am being told. I'll see if I can obtain some photographs for you, but from the reports I'm receiving, you might want to think about reclaiming her in the not too far distant future."

Jacob explained in a dismayed voice. "Maybe he's just going through something," I said, trying to see the reasons behind Leon's inappropriate actions. I have met many young people who were like Leon and almost all of them make trouble to forget their problems, and I think Leon isn't a new case. Jacob eyes dropped at me. "Leon is no longer young to make trouble. He is already 24 and tasted a lot of women. Do you think that he's still young?" "Your mouth!" I looked at him and lightly slapped his arm. I didn't know that Jacob was kinda vulgar.

As he spoke, Yolden said jokingly, “By the way, Mr. Wilson, you look like you should be about fifty years old, right?” “Yes. I am fifty years old.” Jacob replied as he nodded. Yolden smiled before he said, “In that case, you cannot refer to me as a young man anymore. I am a few years older than you. I am fifty-five years old this year.” “What?!” Jacob asked as he was dumbfounded. “You are fifty-five years old this year?!”

She picked up the ID card and read the name of the owner. “Isabella Beckett, 21-year-old graduate, uh”, Jennifer said to herself as she picked up the diary and opened it, she found out Isabella is the only daughter of Jonathan Beckett a billionaire and CEO of the biggest company in New York “Beckett conglomerate”. She grew up in the lap of luxury but always yearned for a life beyond the corporate world. She was a talented artist based on the drawings Jennifer saw on her desk. The maid's knock on the door startled Jennifer as she hid behind her for no reason. “Your father would like to see you in his study ma’am.”