Jacob Black Father Novels & Stories

"I listed Sharvee Wilbert Khan as her mother because I wanted her to still know her wonderful, loving mother." "And who is her father?" Elena asked. "No one knows. Mr. Jacob was convinced his father was an old man who bought Sharvee just to torture her, but he's dead. We don't need to worry about that," Lenore said. "So, what about Mr. Jacob?" Noah Jr. asked. "He recorded his talking about Sharvee while she was at his ranch. He said it was just in case he died before he could tell baby El in person," Lenore said.

I sighed out loud, leaning back. "I need to get out of here. If my father don't kill Connor, my mate will, and that's if I don't do it my damn self." I said, trying to think. "Who's your father?" Stacy asked. "Alpha Brandon Blackwolf." I said absentmindely, looking around. I heard them gasp. "What?! He's your father?!!" I looked at them. Their eyes were wide and they paled. "Uh... yeah." I said, nonchalantly. It got quiet for a second.

“Yes, I can see the resemblance between you two. You would have looked so much alike if she hadn’t dyed her blonde hair black.” Jacob sighed. “I still can’t believe that heartless Alpha is my father. He even gave me away when I was a kid. How could someone be so cruel to their own blood? And why did he even think you cheated on him?” Before I could answer, he shook his head. “You know what? I don’t even want to know. I don’t like him already.” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to like him. But I’m afraid we will be seeing him more often now because I’m suing his ass for my father’s pack back and also for custody of your sisters.”

… "Amber's last name is Tayson, which is only natural since her mother is Miranda Tayson. What's wrong with her taking her mother's surname? "But you—you're a Wales! If you hadn't brought that token, I would've never believed you!" Thomas threw the paternity test results in Susan's face as he spoke. It turned out my father had long suspected something was off with Susan. From the very beginning, he had sent someone to secretly investigate her background. Susan watched in disbelief as the report slid down her cheek. "You're just a fraud!" my father continued, fury lacing his voice. "I'll send you to jail right now."

“Things got rough for the two of you. Your father was blacklisted. Spencer made sure that no one would hire him. Long days and long nights working really took a toll on him. I’m sorry to hear about the heart attack he had a few years back. What a shame.” It isn’t a shame. Blake’s father—or should I say Colin—wasn’t a good guy. He had a few arrests on his record for theft and battery after getting fired. The apple didn’t seem to fall far from the tree because it’s clear the man sitting in front of me isn’t any better. His face turns red with anger. Sweat beads above his brow as he glares at me with pure hatred. “Now you know why money won’t do anything to change my mind. I have nothing left.

That was the reason he quit the air force, he can't have his father taking pride of his achievement. Maggie is his step mother and Jessica and Jenna are his step sisters. He loves them so much. However, Jake never forgave his father for the death of her mother. She committed suicide because his father was a lying cheating bastard. He never denied the allegations in fact he just moved on with his life as if nothing happened and married Maggie.

she breathed. “I get it from my father, I think,” he said. “But I thought you didn’t know who your father was,” Tiffany said, raising an eyebrow. Jacob smiled sweetly. “I don’t. But I figured I didn’t get it from my mother since she is not…um…pushy.” Tiffany laughed softly, her head tilting to the side as she studied him. “You’re impossible, you know that?” Jacob grinned, the teasing sparkle returning to his eyes. “Impossible to resist, you mean?”

The fucking bastard. But it wasn’t. It was worse. It was his father. Mr. Jonathan Blake. Billionaire. Silver hair. Black custom suit. Cufflinks that probably cost more than my soul. He was cold and tall and beautiful in a terrifying, movie villain kind of way. Sharp jawline. Piercing grey eyes. Broad shoulders and a voice that made you sit up straighter without meaning to. He was also fifty. And my future father-in-law. At least he was until thirty seconds ago.