Jacob Black Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Now Jacob was willing to use that information to blackmail the wife he once claimed to love. He was filled with remorse at his selfish reaction to her lateness and angry at Jacob Henderson for his treatment of Rachel. As he replaced the papers in the folder inside her bag his mind churned with thoughts of what he could do. He knew Rachel, she was an outspoken vixen, and he loved that about her. If she had wanted to, she could have yelled at him to let her speak and told him why she had come late. Yet she obeyed his orders and stayed silent when he asked her to and he knew why.

Daniel Life has this fucked-up way of spinning on a dime. One second, you're living a lie, and the next, reality slaps you in the face so hard you see stars. And right now? I was fucking blind. Jacob stood in front of me, his body rigid, his eyes avoiding mine like I was something he needed to scrub off his skin. The air between us was thick with words we couldn’t speak… every stolen touch, every whispered promise, every fucking time he had moaned my name like it was the only word he knew.

my cheeks burned red, I was going crazy, and I am definitely getting crazy. Seeing Jacob, who was not Jacob, I could have sworn the guy was Jacob for a minute. I shook my head, and I couldn't help the feeling of disappointment. maybe Linda was right, “I need to get laid or lay someone”

Those other bitches around Nik could never shake me or make me feel jealous, but realizing Blakely’s feelings right now and how she was able to witness him every single day makes me so freaking annoyed. She’s in love with her foster brother and I couldn’t help but to feel so disgusted. Just how many times did she fantasize about touching him and getting on the bed with him over the years? I couldn’t imagine how many times she touched herself thinking of the man who’s bound to end up with me. The idea of it makes me wanna puke in disgust. Blakely, you freaking wicked and disgusting slut! I didn’t know she’s hiding a lustful woman inside her.

The other werewolves are behind Jacob, glaring daggers at Blake. Wow, did I interrupt an ongoing war or something? I click my throat in discomfort and eavesdrop on the group as I approach them. I've never been interested in group chats. Should I leave and come back later? "You're working together with a filthy vampire!" Jacob spits on the ground, then lifts his chin to challenge his alpha. The guy reminds me of Stefan from vampire diaries right now, with combed hair and a drift blowing it dramatically. "Explain yourself!"

He looks at me, stares at my eyes for a good minute before talking. Going to Mikael's point of view, I stare at Lily's eyes as I saw some flashbacks pop up on my head. But then, I avert my gaze as I started to tell my story. "At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighbo

Amelia looked pitiful and lifeless. "Pass me my nail polish," Jenner said to her boyfriend, Jacob Black. They had eloped from their town to a city close by, unknown to Jenner's family. They seemed okay, living in a modern stylish bungalow alone. Jenner is seated on a fancy chair in the living room, with her legs placed prettily on a stool, trying to polish her nails. Jacob Black had a lot going through his mind but he couldn't tell Jenner. She's always after being equipped materially, she doesn't care how Jacob had to get it, she just has to be fine and pampered.

Pictures of me and Kade outside the venue, his hands on my waist and us leaving together. God. We looked like a real couple. “They know Kade is your new client.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The elevator feels too small, too hot, too freaking crowded. My lungs almost give up as I see another headline flash across my screen. COULD THE BLACK OUTCAST BE DATING HIS BROTHER’s BEST-FRIEND FOR REVENGE? DIRT BIKER KADE BLACK’s GIRLFRIEND IDENTIFIED AS MANAGER. CLIENT-MANAGER ROMANCE? My eyes squeeze shut. I wasn’t thinking when I asked him to pretend for me, I should’ve ended things there.

I demanded. Jacob finally met my eyes, his lips curling into something between a smile and a sneer. “She’s not my daughter, Marcus,” he said flatly. “If Damon wants to take her away, then so be it. It makes no difference to me.” For a moment, I was speechless. Then anger flared inside me like a wildfire. “You’re out of your damn mind,” I snapped. Jacob let out a bitter laugh. “Maybe I am. Maybe I lost it the moment my wife decided to cheat on me and thought I wouldn’t find out about it.” His voice was cold, detached, as if he had already made peace with something I couldn’t even begin to understand.

"Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground." She got a very specific look on her face that meant she wanted to argue about Tyson specifically and was stopping herself. "That's different..." "Is it?" I tilted my head. "It's...." She stopped. "That's not what we're talking about." "Sure we're not." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking about your situation." She pointed at me. "Well at least you shaved a few days ago so you weren't completely unprepared for the universe's plan."