Jacob Black Mga Nobela at Kwento

>POV: RYAN Blаkе іѕ off thе Aрrіl Lее case. He’s ѕuѕреndеd. Nоw hе’ѕ mаkіng wаvеѕ wіth Jеѕѕuр Lее. And hіѕ new gіrlfrіеnd іѕ missing. Thіѕ guy іѕ mу bеѕt frіеnd.

The infamous Andrew walked in with his bag slung sluggishly over his shoulders. I sat up straighter to have a better look at his face. Oh my.... My brain seemed to malfunction. Everything slowed even my heart stopped. I needed time to take him all in. He didn't have freckles, he didn't wear glasses, he didn't need braces because....hell.....shit....he had the most perfect smile on earth. I couldn't help but stare. He had jet black hair that seemed to bring out his dangerously grey eyes. They were so bright but his long eyelashes overshadowed them. There was something dark in those eyes...mysterious. It oozed all over him.

His chapped lower lip was bleeding from a small cut and I wanted to just kiss away the blood and the pain. I wouldn't stop getting butterflies, I got them every time I looked into his eyes, I knew he wouldn't stop running through my mind for the rest of my life. "Oh wait! Alpha Travis, the one you told me about back in New York!" Jacob uttered with a smile. "Who is this guy?" Travis raised a questioning brow. "Someone I met just once in New York and told my life history." I smiled and Jacob's serene smile met mine. "I am Jacob, Jacob banners, alpha of the black paw pack, obviously not from your community and also the key to finding your pups."

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

As I'm quietly walking into the room, I spot Jacob's black iPod carelessly laying on the dresser. I wonder what kind of music he listened to. I picked it up and plugged the earphones in my ears, then pressed the play button. And the type of song that played caught me off guard, the strong most powerfully feared Alpha fancied Ed Sheeran's songs… he was a macho man with a unique taste in music. Ed Sheeran's thinking-out-loud song played in my ears, then a radiating smile emitted on my face while I peeked at him.

I couldn’t help but smile at the fascination that sparked in his eyes. “What on bloody earth is that?” he asked. “A magic mirror,” I teased before explaining to him the best way I could what exactly a television set was. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie, recalling the extensive DVD collection we’d found earlier that night. I asked him to pick a movie and he returned with two interesting picks: Chicago and the Godfather. It was almost a reflection of the kind of person that he was – a musician and a killer whose loyalty to family stood above all else – either way, tormented, with darkness constantly looming over him.

Jacob noticed that she wasn’t in the mood of talking so he slid inside the driver's seat and then turned on the radio—— Amy Winehouse's voice echoed through the speakers as she sang Back to black. Levy’s brows scrunched up as she turned to look at him and said, “ Are you trying to be funny with me?” “ No, of course not! It's the radio, I didn’t play it.” Jacob hurriedly changed the channel only to have —— It's too late blast through the speakers. “ Change the channel.” “ Sure.” Losing You by Solange filled the space and Levy gritted her teeth as she snapped, “ Just turn the damn thing off!” Was the universe celebrating her heartbreak or something?

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

I looked up and froze. Jacob Black stood there—with his black hair falling across his forehead, blue eyes sharp and intense, tall enough to fill the doorway and make everything else feel smaller. I knew him from stories and glimpses at pack gatherings—the Beta Lord’s son, heir to more power than almost anyone except the Alpha King. New students had transferred to Miller's High recently, and he was one of them, but I never thought he would notice me, let alone speak to me. The shock hit me hard—he was really here. He stared straight at my belly first, noticing the small swell under my dress, and then slowly lifted his gaze to my tear-streaked face.

The air smells like horses and male sweat, sweetened by the heather that grows in the surrounding mountains. A little way ahead of them stands James with a large white horse. Its mane is the color of moonlight. He’s looking away from his men, up at the sky. Not far from him, I spot Blake. He’s dressed all in black, and stands still among the chaos. The wind ruffles his dark hair. His expression is unreadable. A flash of anger surges through me. I walk to him, and tilt my head. There is no smirk on his lips. He emanates darkness.