Jacob Bertrand Age Novels & Stories

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.”

“And before you ask for it in Shifter terms, Nate is Seventy-Two, Lander is Eighty-Three and Walter is Ninety-Four.” With a scoff Brandon looked out to the sun kissed fields beyond Erin’s home, and tried to digest this. IT was hard to put these advanced ages with the rugged, young, playful....and downright attractive men that he had been around for the last few weeks. “Walter is 94 years old? Nate is Seventy-Two!? Really?” Again with a shrug as if the answer were obvious Ezekiel smiled and said “Yup, its true. So, what about you Brandon, how old are you? Since were on the subject.” Ezekiels asked softly next.

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.

Now, it all made sense. Dad was far more cunning than I had ever imagined... But I could focus on taking his class later on. For now, it was Jacob’s age that asked for my attention. "So, you're..." "34," he replied, completing my thought. "You're younger than I thought," I couldn't hide my amazement. "Did I appear old to you at first glance?" he asked, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Not really, but not gonna lie, you did look intimidating."

The guy is whipped. "Half." "Let's run. That would be faster." "Hush it, Brother." I grinned when he rolled his eyes. "Let the girls have some fun." Jacob is young. He's twenty and took the Alpha title early this year because his Dad passed away from disease. He is like my brother, yes. We grew up meeting at the middle section of each borders of our lands. We'll scare Rogues when we were kids or hunt food on our wolf form. That only stopped when I took over the pack at fifteen.

“Alpha Gregory, you requested my presence?” Beta Jake was younger than Gregory; in his early 20’s. He had just finished his Beta training and had taken his official position just weeks before. He was 6 feet 4 inches tall, with golden brown hair, hazel eyes and a chiseled jaw. His body was covered in tattoos and he had profound muscles; his skin was a dark honey color.

“Well, tough luck you brought me here. And I didn’t know you were seeing a therapist, why am I not seeing one too?” “This man is expensive and an asshole.” Jacob doesn’t look bothered at all. His eyes are all over me. He’s obviously in his early forties, and streaks of white grace his curly black hair. He’s in a turtle neck, and some grey ironed pants with a matching jacket strewn over his shoulders. He smiles a little at me. “You are quite fascinating. You have managed to destroy the five years of work I put into Kaiser just by existing around him.” I gasp, is that an insult or a compliment? It sounds like both.

Warmly, he said, “Mister Yates, I’m satisfied and happy with our partnership. I hope that we’ll always be able to work together.” “Of course,” Alex said. “Oh, it’s my eightieth birthday in a few days. If you have time, you’re welcome to…” Lex did not even finish his sentence before Alex agreed. “Of course. I’ll be there.” “Callahan, old friend.” Another voice rang out. A man in his fifties approached. It was Charles Bertrand, who was also at Rowena’s villa last night. He was the chairman of a big pharmaceutical company, second only to Celestial.

"Well, maybe he's old enough to choose his friends." "Don't talk nonsense. Jacques, he will always be stupid and young. I guess I need to be a little tougher with him." "How old is he? Twenty five?" "Twenty seven. And still not married." "Well, I'm not married either. Although I'm thirty."