Jacob Black Novels & Stories

she said. "I don't think he's ever cared," Sophie said, reaching to open a drawer below her dresser. "Tell them we'll be right down, Mom. We just have to make some finishing touches." Finishing touches take twenty minutes when Sophie handles them. We went down the stairs to find Jax and Zharn standing there, looking effortlessly cool. Jax’s black bomber jacket and fitted dark gray T-shirt barely masked his broad shoulders, the black ripped jeans completing his usual rugged yet put-together style. We are matching. A silver chain peeked from under his shirt, and his whiskey-colored eyes flickered over my outfit. I felt naked.

Jacob embraced him. Jacob....was once his everything. Jacob was a curse and a blessing. A angel...and a demon. Jacob had short black hair....and a long face, with a prominent nose...and strong cheeks and chin. The man was gorgeous....in the sense that that everything about him was rugged....and yet refined. His entire being was as tight as guitar and more relaxed then a lazy breeze. Jacob had changed over the years....but in Brandon’s dreams....this was how he remember him the best. Jacob took him into his embrace and locked him there, his heavy body taking in the sounds of distress. Giving comfort as the Jacob of the past would have....

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.”

Although they looked completely different. Jacob dresses like a guy, but his fingernails are painted black, and his hair is dyed pink. He has earrings and pink-shaded lip gloss. He wasn't muscular like Ethan. He was much thinner and shorter... Hell, he could pass for an Omega, way better than Ethan could. "I'll get him hot, show him what I got" Ethan sang as he ran his hand down his body in a showing fashion while looking at his Alpha. Hughes bit his lip to suppress a growl.

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 know, I know. I should have told them to clear the place before we got here. But what's a club without a crowd and music, right?" Damien just frowned at him. Within minutes, the club manager came running over. He already knew Jake as the son of the oil mogul, Donald Hartmann. Jake was famous for his expensive lifestyle and for spending massive amounts of money wherever he went. However, the manager was even more shocked when he spotted Damien Blackwood standing next to him. Staring at Damien, the manager stammered, "Oh my god... Mr. Blackwood. I can't believe you are here." He began stepping closer to Damien, but Jake quickly pulled him back.

The familiar sights are now uncharted territory. Although Jacob’s body is still, his laughter spreads throughout the space, emitting a hollow sound that reveals the bitterness and emptiness that are festering within him. The mocking chuckles seem to be making fun of the pointlessness of his life, a brutal reminder of his helplessness to stop the agony that has engulfed him. Despite his attempts to appear amused, he is consumed with a raging wrath that is threatening to kill his happiness. While he lies there, a black pit of despair that appears to eat everything in its path has formed inside of him.

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

I expected fear, but something that looked like excitement flashed through her eyes. We got out of the car and joined the warriors and Liam. Liam was talking to Jake Blackthorn in front of the entrance, although by the way they were standing, it didn’t look friendly. Jake was Garrett Blackthorn’s youngest son and somewhat of a playboy type. For an Alchemist, though, he was actually a pretty decent guy, and I got on with him quite well. Liam, on the other hand, never seemed to like him. Jake turned and saw me and smiled. He started to walk towards me, completely dismissing Liam, who looked furious.

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.