Jacob Bertrand Age Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

I roll my eyes. "While that may be true here, I'm old enough to drink back home in Italy so a little Champagne won't hurt." I smile, taking the glass from Jacob and glancing at Alejandro from the corner of my eye. He looks like he's going to protest but he doesn't. "If you don't mind me asking how old are you?" Comes Jacob's voice. "Eighteen." It's Alejando's clipped tone that replies for me, but I choose to ignore him. "Actually- I just turned nineteen." I say to Jacob who nods seeming to be pleased with what he hears.

It felt sharp and stinging. Last month was my 33rd birthday, and I'd expectantly hinted that I wanted a lipstick. Jacob gave me a surprised look before mocking, "You want to act like a young lady and slather makeup on your face at your age? It makes young ladies look good, but you? You've been with me for ten years. Why do you need to look good?" He'd been so brutally direct. Even so, he'd still given me a lipstick on my birthday. I'd been delighted. I'd thought it meant I still mattered to him.

He chuckled as dad did too. Jacob is 28 years old. According to dad, he started to do music videos on I*******m and with time, he got a lot of followers and record companies wanted him to sign with them. But dad had the best offer and he took it. And he just got verified 5 months ago. "Don't eat anything, I made reservations at this new sushi bar." Mom said before going to her bedroom. "I hope you like sushi." Dad said.. "Favorite food." He smiled.

“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.” Al nodded while hearing that. “It's quite an unusual coincidence.” “Yeah.” “That’s why you started your property agent thirteen years ago?” Jacob nodded. “Right.” “So, it’s when you met my old man?” Al asked again. “Yeah. Maybe it’s fate. He needed a storage room and came to my office.” Jacob smiled as he r

and scuttled away. Alpha Jacob was in his mid-twenties, and he had been the Alpha for a fair number of years already- chosen by the elders as the having the greatest talent amongst the Alexanders. He had a slyness to his countenance that Fritz had always distrusted. "You requested me, Elder Fritz," Jacob said. His voice was not as low as one would expect for a large male with broad shoulders and perfect posture. He carried his head proud, reaching to the full extent of his height, and always seemed to look down over his sharp nose and piercing mahogany eyes. "How are you doing of late?"

I see them both lock eyes and have a look of utter shock on their faces. “MATE!” I hear them both say in unison. I look from one to the other and you can see that neither one expected to meet this way. Jacob is twenty one years old and I know that he had all but given up on ever finding his mate. Most wolves find their mates on their 18th birthday but so far Jacob hadn’t been so lucky. Who knew that he had been looking in the wrong place this whole time. Maybe the Moon Goddess has more than one reason for sending this girl to us.

However, they never suspected that they were exactly the same person. Jacques and I had appeared to be the same age at the time of his supposed death, about thirty-eight years old. Christophe, as a result of what happened, was a man in his early fifties. His hair, that had been brown turned gray, giving him the appearance of a much older man.