Jacob Black Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asked softly, his voice dripping with a terrifying, calm authority. I cleared my throat, forcing my chin up even as my pulse hammered against my ribs. “Explain what, Professor Black? I took notes. I’ll have the essay ready by—” “Don’t play fucking stupid with me,” Dante cut in smoothly, taking one more deliberate step forward until his shadow completely swallowed me. He tilted his head, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took a sharp breath, inhaling the air surrounding my sweater. A sudden, lethal darkness flickered in his blue eyes, turning them almost black.

Not when his protective instincts screamed that his sister was making a terrible mistake. Lorenzo Blackwell was dangerous. He destroyed things. Destroyed people. His phone rang. Jadon. "Change of plans. I got an earlier flight. I'll be there by tomorrow morning." "I'm on a flight tonight. We'll arrive around the same time." "Good. Because we're going to end this relationship, Jacob. Whatever it takes." "Agreed." They hung up. Jacob grabbed his bag and headed for the door. California. Tomorrow. And then he'd deal with Lorenzo Blackwell once and for all.

A black wolf collided with the rogue in front of me, sending it flying into the wall with a sickening crack. Another flash of fur, another growl, another body slammed to the floor. And then silence. I blinked through the blood in my eyes, gasping. My vision blurred, and I could barely stay upright. The black wolf turned toward me. Its eyes locked with mine, dark, stormy gray. I knew those eyes. Even in wolf form, I knew. Liam.

We are sitting far from it so I could not see what or who they are looking at. Slowly, the people were divided into half from left to right, giving a way in the center of the mansion. Then, my eyes saw him. He's wearing a black suit that sure looks expensive, his hair is brushed backwards making his chiseled face known to the world. Women inside this mansion looked at him like he's a piece of art. He walked with pride, with passion and with power but what blinded my eyes is the lady beside him.

Jacob Reeves did indeed struggle from scratch when he founded Security Black. He worked tirelessly to build a company that was looked down upon by his adoptive father, Nicklaus Hunter. The cold-hearted, iron-fisted man who kicked him out for refusing to marry a woman chosen to strengthen the Hunter Group's business network. The woman now sitting beside Jayden Kingston, the half-American, half-African man who now served as Minister of Defense. Compared to Jayden, Jacob was indeed far more handsome and charming. Especially now that he still looked dashing at the age of fifty.

His fists clenched around the glass. "Trouble with the missus?" A voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Jake turned, finding a man in a long coat sliding into the seat across from him. His eyes gleamed with something sharp. Predatory. Jake sighed. "What do you want?" The man smirked. "I hear you’ve got a bone to pick with a certain Damien Blackwood." Jake stiffened. "What’s it to you?" The man leaned in. "Lucky for you, I know exactly what he is. And I know how to take him down."

“Took you long enough, little witch.” I stared at her, my chest tightening with a mix of anger and betrayal. “It’s you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re helping him.” She laughed, a sound that echoed unnaturally in the haze. “Of course it’s me. Did you think Jacob could pull all this off by himself? Please.” “Why?” I demanded, taking a step forward. “Why would you go this far,black magic will destroy you Jena” “destroy?” she repeated, feigning offense. “Its made me stronger darling.”

“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.

It is hurting! "First, I'll make you mine! Then my friends will have their share and after that, I'll blackmail your father by showing him the damn video and then, it doesn't matter how much you cry to go away from me, you won't be able to do it because I'll tie you with me in a bond and your father won't be even able to stop me from this all, you know why?" He tilts his head as he continues menacingly, "Because Liam Dawson cares about his reputation the most. He won't be able to say no to me. And in the end, my father will handle the rest."

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.