Novel & Cerita Jacob Black

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.

“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

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to 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.

“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”

He extended a somewhat delicate hand with long pale fingers. "I'm Jacob, and I'm supposed to write an article about this event for the local paper." He patted his pocket, briefly removing a Blackberry before hurriedly shoving it back with an embarrassed grin. "I got lazy about the notes, since I'm partnering with someone else, and have just been sending myself the short-short version in emails to pass the time." Christie flinched when he told her his name. He noticed and offered her a quizzical gaze from bright green eyes. "You okay? You look awfully pale."

Her fingers lingered on my shoulders for a minute more before she turned and walked away, finally giving me some time to focus. Focus. Something I didn't have ever since Daphne came into my life, which was just yesterday. Such a short period of time and yet she'd taken over my senses. My fingers tightened around the file as I reached for my cheek, rubbing it softly then I looked down and my eyes moved across the paper taking in its contents. Our Prey. Jacob. The supposed leader of the Black Knights. The cult group which had been messing with our deals and tonight, we were going to pay him a little visit and I'm sure he wouldn't mind us coming without an invitation.