Novel & Cerita Jacob Black

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 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.

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.

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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

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....