Jacob Day Age Novels & Stories

As he spoke, Yolden said jokingly, “By the way, Mr. Wilson, you look like you should be about fifty years old, right?” “Yes. I am fifty years old.” Jacob replied as he nodded. Yolden smiled before he said, “In that case, you cannot refer to me as a young man anymore. I am a few years older than you. I am fifty-five years old this year.” “What?!” Jacob asked as he was dumbfounded. “You are fifty-five years old this year?!”

She said this while grinning. Tyler cleared his throat slightly. "Actually, Jacob doesn't like celebrating or talking about his birthday," he said dryly. "Why is that, Mr. Jones?" Andrea asked in an engrossed tone. Jacob ignored her question and went back to sit at their table. Andrea knitted her brows with a puzzled look as she sat down next to him. "Let's not talk about this. Here, order whatever you like," he said, handing her the menu. Their table was so quiet that even the sound of a falling pin could be heard. Andrea could sense that something wasn't right with Jacob. He normally has a great sense of humour, but today he was exuding a downcast aura.

Jacob said. I stopped what I was doing and grabbed his shirt. He yelped as I pulled him down on the bed. "What are you doing, dude?" Jacob laughed. "I'm being reckless, am I? What's with you flirting with some stranger right in front of me?" I accused. I won't let this jerk play me after I poured my heart out to him. "He is not just some stranger. His name is Jeremy, he is thirty-three years old, and he recently came out after his divorce." Jacob smirked.

Inside the lobby of the second branch’s annex. Jacob was sitting on the sofa majestically. He was now over 66-years-old and his hair had started to turn white. In contrast to the black hair on his head, the white hair was making him appear a little old. Fortunately, he was still in good health, and the pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses he wore made him seem a little more refined. Several women were standing in the hall at the moment. His first partner, the second madam, looked cold as she stared at Jacob resentfully.

and scuttled away. Alpha Jacob was in his mid-twenties, and he had been the Alpha for a fair number of years already- chosen by the elders as the having the greatest talent amongst the Alexanders. He had a slyness to his countenance that Fritz had always distrusted. "You requested me, Elder Fritz," Jacob said. His voice was not as low as one would expect for a large male with broad shoulders and perfect posture. He carried his head proud, reaching to the full extent of his height, and always seemed to look down over his sharp nose and piercing mahogany eyes. "How are you doing of late?"

He says, and I smile at him. "What is it?" I ask, still smiling at him. "I have to twll you in your ear Qween," He says. "What is your name?" I ask, and he looks to the woman holding him, and she nods—permitting him to tell me his name. "I am Jacob, and I am 4 years old." He says, smiling from ear to ear. He is missing his front tooth, making him even cuter. Finally, he starts to wiggle, trying to get out of her hold.

Just because of a fight that wasn't his, he had lost a lot. Perhaps, they were never meant to be... I hope he finds someone new as soon as it is all over. For Cecelia, I prayed Jacob was the one this time. She was older than I was and had dreamt of being married for the longest time. If they were taking their time, it was a good thing. It meant they knew where they were heading to. "How old is he?" "Jacob? He's the same age as me. Thirty." Young but not too young. Good.

The guy is whipped. "Half." "Let's run. That would be faster." "Hush it, Brother." I grinned when he rolled his eyes. "Let the girls have some fun." Jacob is young. He's twenty and took the Alpha title early this year because his Dad passed away from disease. He is like my brother, yes. We grew up meeting at the middle section of each borders of our lands. We'll scare Rogues when we were kids or hunt food on our wolf form. That only stopped when I took over the pack at fifteen.

he says with a drawl. I stop, being pulled back by my backpack. “What” I snapped; I wasn’t in the mood. “Now, don’t use that tone, Missy; you know Mason and Lucas won’t be happy if you don’t play nice. He says way too close to my face. “Fine, how can I help you, Jacob” I throw a fake smile his way, at the end, for good measure. “That’s better,” I hear the rest of his cronies snigger behind us. “I hear it’s your birthday soon, eighteen too.”

“Why do you need me?” “Because while it’s true that I can find anybody, I have to know who I'm actually looking for to begin.” Jacob seems to ruminate over the matter for some seconds, stroking his chin in an exagerrated show of critial thinking. “Alright," he finally says, "here he is.” He types on the table's virtual keyboard and immediately, the portrait photograph of a white, grey-haired man who seem to have almost reached seventy years of age pops up. “This is the most recent photograph I can find of Joseph."