Jacob Black Novels & Stories

His look is never complete without his tousled brown waves touching his shoulders, the mirrored shades, whether inside or out, and a sucker in his mouth. Gossip sites claim the sucker is always red and cherry flavored, as it has something to do with his childhood. It’s not something I gave much thought to until now. I mean, what grown man enjoys suckers in public? Flanking him is the quietest member of the band with the infamous, smoldering stare. Jake Johnson, the bass player, gives off powerful don’t-engage-with-me vibes. I’m surprised that his looks are even more potent in person. His bright blue eyes are like Eli’s. It states in his bio that his eyes are blue. I know that for sure. They’

“They brought us wine last night and shit, but Sora was too busy.” He wiggles his brows. My fingers curl against my palms. I say nothing, watching him move around the room like he’s completely comfortable in his own little fucking world. I need answers, not a fight. Not yet. “What’s your name?” I ask firmly. I need a name to match the face. “Oh, I’m Elias.” He takes a sip from his glass, completely unfazed. “No need to tell yours. You’re the famous Kade Black. I’m kind of curious how you met Sora.”

he looked at her with determination, and he didn’t stop smiling calmly. Gloria nodded. She was quite satisfied. Prodigy? That’s bull crap if there is no hard work. “Oh! Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself,” He said before chuckling, “Good afternoon. My name is Jacob Peterson, but everyone calls me Jake. Professor Henry probably mentioned me to you already.” “Hi Jacob, if you don’t mind me asking. How old you?” She could not help but ask instead. Jacob looked at her with joy, and her question did not disturb him at all and with a firmness that she did not expect he said, “I am 32 years old.”

I have been following the band since the start of the tour. They have no idea of this. Since none of them have seen me in a year or more they have no idea what I look like now. They are used to seeing me with bleach blonde hair. I stopped dying my hair and now I have my natural color which black and I have started wearing emerald green colored contacts to cover my natural dark hazel eyes. None of the band or security personnel have recognized me. I know the other night they spotted Cara and are watching her. That’s fine it keeps them from watching me. It’s funny because the other night I talked to Davis for like half an hour and he had no idea. I have seen the video and saw that chic

Jayden notices how nervous I am and chuckles, “Don't worry. You won't have to talk to him, Keira. You’ve got us.” I stay silent. The image of his dark eyes is still in my mind. He looks elegant, quiet and mysterious. “What's his name?” I ask. “No one knows his name,” answers Jayden. “He is only known as the Black Tiger.” My first day at the agency was better than I expected. Jayden and Vicky didn’t leave me for a second because apparently it was difficult for newbies to adapt to this new life, especially after committing a murder. They know that I think about Jacob and Julia all the time when I get the chance to be alone. So, they are making sure to always talk to me and make me forget about

I am anxious to see where this life takes us already. “H-Hi, I-I’m Annie.” Goddess what happen to my voice, why am I a stuttering mess? I take a minute to compose myself and try to put as much confidence as I can into my next words. “What about you handsome? What is your name?” Good Goddess he looks adorable when he blushes. I need to find more things to make him blush over. “Sorry I'm John Blackwell, and I'm the Beta to my Best Friend here Jaxson Thomas, and we are from the Red Crest Pack, and I think I just found my very beautiful mate. Am I right?”

Jade's POV The week flew by without any advancements made in my 'seduce my brother's best friend' plan so I guess it was time to give up and find someone else, maybe Connor has a big package though he probably doesn't, well I'll find out at the party tonight. I curled my hair and put on a short, satin, navy blue dress that had a slit just right on my thigh, I don't really know how to apply make-up so I put on a little mascara and some clear lip gloss. I wore black boot heels and put on a matching black leather jacket then, went downstairs, passing Jonathan and Blake on the way to the door. "Whoa whoa whoa," he stopped me, "where the hell do you think you're going with that," he pointed at my

Asked the black haired girl in a sour, sarcastic voice. "Her name's is Kate, Tamara," the blonde girl informed her. She has a nice aura unlike the black haired girl. "Well Kate... You don't need here anymore." Tamara told me in a matter-of-fact voice and looked down at her perfectly manicured hands as if they were more important. "How sure are you?" It was like my mouth was just talking and saying stuff without my head kicking into gear. I had a real problem with sass and this was my problem coming to light.

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”