Jacob Black Novels & Stories

His eyes are a peculiar shade of dark blue and his hair is jet black, skimming his shoulders with overgrown bangs. He clearly took after the heiress, sporting her black hair and blue eyes, reminding everyone of his noble blood. He has gained a huge fan base over the past two years, as a singer that is, which makes me wonder why he's back. "Why is he here?" I ask, now interested in today's turn of events. "Well, it's kind of a bad news, good news situation," Jackie rambled. I raise an eyebrow at her and she sighs, "You remember Jessica Leviathan?"

“Nice clothes, by the way. What do you do for a living?” “I do business.” “An entrepreneur at this young age! You must be really bright.” “I don’t know how to respond to that, but yeah, I was pretty good in college.” It must be the whiskey that made his face heat. Praises are something he couldn’t grow immune to. “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jacob Jonas.” “Nice to meet you, Jacob. The name is Blake Anderson.” Blake extended his big, warm hand and Jacob gladly took it. “And this guy here is Dan Flint.”

The members were each sitting quietly in their seats, Jake had never seen them so polite and humbled it almost made him want to laugh but he managed to hold himself back. He narrowed his gaze at the man who was sitting in the seat next to him, his name was Jordan Charles, he was a handsome black guy with a side dimple and girlish round face, his hair was a pale blue coloured and his lips was black and pink separately, he was wearing a pale blue jeans trousers and a pale shirt to match, his contact lenses was a pale blue too. was a well known business man, (proudly gay) he was an importer and exporter of good he is doing quite well in his company but that is just an excuse for his to cover t

“Kristen, are you ready?” Jacob asked. He was being very impatient with me. His shaggy black hair was getting into his crystal clear blue eyes. Looking over, I watched him run his hands through his hair. Jacob was hot, I’ve give him that. Very muscular and tall at 6’1” but not exactly my type. Fun to flirt with but not my type.

He radiated warmth unlike some people. A slow song plays in the background, the stranger places one of his hands on her waist and the other one takes her hand in his as the both sway side to side. "Who are you?" Jade asks him out of curiosity, here she was dancing with a stranger whose name she didn't even know in the first place. "Ahhh, where are my manners. I'm Jacob Black, Alpha to The Deep Shallow Pack." Jade's mouth drops open, now that she was aware about it she could feel the power he emitted, but it wasn't too intimidating unlike Adryan's.

“Not like mine.” I wanted to ask about his family, but I knew it was too soon. Instead I asked, “What kind of music do you like? When you’re not reading big science books.” He thought for a second. “Quiet stuff. Acoustic guitar. Nothing too loud.” Then, surprising me, he added, “What about you?” “Rock mostly,” I said. “Stuff with strong beats for working out. But I like quiet music too sometimes. Helps me think.” We talked more as the road opened up. The wind blew through our clothes, and I felt Toby shift behind me.

Jake is already barreling toward me, his big silver wolf covering the distance before I can blink. My wolf’s ready. I relinquish most of my control to her, trusting her, and she doesn’t disappoint. Jake takes a leap to attack and I swish around, kicking out my back legs to fend him off. I get him right in the ribs, sending him crashing to the dirt- before he can get back up, I’m on him, snapping my jaws, going for the scruff of his neck. I bite down, just hard enough to taste the metallic tinge of blood before I release, giving him a chance to get back to his feet, try again.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"