Jacob Black Mga Nobela at Kwento

​Before the engine could even cut out, the heavy oak front door of the main house slammed open. ​"Look who finally decided to bring the hostage!" a loud, booming voice echoed across the lawn. ​Jacob "Jake" Bill lounged on the porch railing, a half-eaten green apple in one hand and a basketball spinning effortlessly on the index finger of his other. Jake was nineteen, six-foot-one, with a messy, sun-bleached brown crew cut and sharp green eyes that always looked like they were searching for the nearest source of entertainment. He was Mike's childhood shadow—wherever Mike went, Jake was usually raiding the fridge or causing a scene close behind.

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”

The next evening | Jakob | SMS: You on the schedule tonight? I’m back in Auburn and headed to group here pretty soon. Hit me up if you’re free and want to come. I’ll grab you. Jake glanced over at his black Galaxy S8 with an elated grin as he applied a decent amount of TIGI Bed Head mousse to his anything-but -natural floppy royal blue hair. He hadn’t spoken with Hollis since the afternoon they’d all gone hiking together, and figured she’d call or text when she had a chance to cool off. It was about time too, because he’d been feeling like dog shit from that day on after blabbing about Ringo’s possible closure in front of his co-worker’s clueless girlfriend. He could still feel those intense

Alpha Kyle's POV I paced around the room feeling rather uncomfortable. I was unable to sleep last night as my wolf didn't let me sleep. He had been disturbing me to look for our mate. Rejecting my mate wasn't a good decision as I didn't feel my body again. The pain was more than I had imagined. Even though I had tried to suppress it, I felt I couldn't continue to suppress it.

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?”

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.

She repeated in an annoying song. I grunted, resting my hands on the counter by the bar, “Just enjoy the party, Lyla. He should be here soon.” “Or maybe he's here already,” said a man, his voice so deep it rattled me—I gasped. I turned immediately to see Jacob, donned in a neat blue tux, his hands sunk into his trousers. His red eyes lit up as he flashed a smile at me. Nervous, I stood frozen to a spot and waved, “Hi.”

“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.”

I gulped, this can’t be real, no no no no no “Oh but it is real” “what do you mean by you’re my wolf?” “Because that’s what I am, your wolf” Tears sprang to my eyes, determined to stop this madness the only way I know how, I took out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s from my bag and drank from it. “Don’t do that Devonne, it’s the full moon in the next five Days….. you finally get to see me, after so long” I drank again and said nothing. “I am a part of you, your trauma forced me into a place where I couldn’t come out, but now you get to meet me”