Jacob Day Novels & Stories

“But okay, I will do it for you and after it, we are done. What favour do you want to ask?” Jacob smiled and sighed. He needs a partner who can be presented to Mr. Clinton tomorrow. He knew that Ivana is better when it comes to everything but he will still try Freya. She’s also beautiful, but she’s simple. He just need to give her a makeover, most especially, the way she dressed herself up. There’s no make up on her face but still, she looks stunning. “Be my girlfriend for a day,” Jacob said while looking away. Freya was stunned by what she heard. “Did I hear it wrong or do you really want me to pretend to be your girlfriend for a day?” she clarified.

Tears slipped from his tightly shut eyes, dampening the pillow. "...Liar." The following morning, Diana and John were having breakfast downstairs when they saw Jacob coming down, carrying a small suitcase. "John, I've been thinking about it since yesterday, and I've decided to go on a trip for a while. This is part of my job, and I'll be coordinating with my assistant today." John nodded approvingly. "Okay, approved." "Thanks, John." Jacob gave a nod, turned around, and left. "Goodbye, Jacob..."

Daniel doesn't seem pissed by how my answer doesn't seem to satisfy him, but he sounds eager yet calm to know something that will satisfy his questions. "He got robbed. If you only see the house last night. Everything was a mess, but he denied everything after I saw some red paint on his room." I rolled my eyes as I remember everything I saw last night. The excuses were just lame and plain stupid. As I've said, we are such dummies, and that probably led you for admitting that something actually happened, but you're not going to tell so you could be safe from my nagging. Well, if I would really nag.

This person who, a few minutes ago, was laying upside down on the bed, is complete upside down too when it comes to his character and looks. Young Jae, currently working in the topmost Multi-National tech company, as the personal secretary of the current CEO. But there is a much better way to his introduction. Take a look again… Young Jae, the most wanted and popular bachelor in the whole company. A walking package of facts and figures. Here, the words carry the same meaning as they are spelled, but, individually.

“Old habits.” Across the room, Jacob lounged on the sofa, feet propped up, sipping coffee like he had all the time in the world. He wasn’t officially part of the planning committee, but he had appointed himself head of “logistics and interference prevention,” which mostly meant making sure no one with questionable motives slipped through the cracks. Emma held up her drawing. “Uncle Jacob, do you think Damian will cry?” Jacob didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely.” Damian shot him a look. “Traitor.”

Italy: Jacob was sitting emotionlessly, and looking at his drink glass. Naina was the only person who was roaming in his mind, **The day I'll get my hand on you, I'll give you the most painful punishment for leaving me, I'll make you beg me to spare you, I'll make you scream in pain, ** Jacob thought, fisting his glass tightly. Jacob's hard expressions, his unhappy eyes, and his coldness toward his would-be wife didn't go unnoticed by the Gambino family.

Then, in an almost synchronized motion, we clinked our bottles together before downing the rest of the beer. “So tell me, how’s life been treating you?” I asked, letting the empty bottle slip from my fingers. It hit the ground with a soft clink, rolling slightly before coming to a stop. Jacob exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. The dim porch light cast a shadow over his face, making the exhaustion in his features more pronounced. “Rough,” he admitted. “After quitting as Lucian’s Beta, I went back to what I know best, fixing motorcycles for underground fighters.” He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Not the most honorable line of work, but it pays the bills.” His eyes sof

The word settled deep in my chest, heavy and unmoving. I watched Jacob’s reflection instead of my own. He stood near the door, arms crossed loosely over his chest, posture relaxed in a way that only made him look more dangerous. His presence always carried that same contradiction. Calm on the surface. Something far more violent underneath. “Tomorrow,” I repeated, softer, as if saying it differently might change what it meant. “It’s the last day they think they’re in control,” he said, his voice low and steady, the kind of calm that did not come from ignorance but from certainty.

The guy is still looking up the second floor of their house but turned to look to the gate when he saw the screeching sound of iron as it opened. As usual, his sense of style doesn’t disappoint. This time, Jacob is wearing a simple cream-colored, with horizontal stripes of dark blue, long sleeves which he pushed back up to his elbow, and a pair of jeans. He matched his outfit with a pair of white sneakers and a big black leather watch. Simple, yet pleasing to the eyes. “You ready?”, he asked as soon as he saw her. “Yep”, she happily replied as she walk her way to the other side of the car.

Because of the fear that Dianna might be in danger, and with the telephone still in my hands, I rushed out of the room to see Jacob. The first place that came up in my mind was his office. I gave it a couple of knocks before stepping inside. But his swivel chair was empty. Hoping he was just somewhere inside, and since his office was big, I continued to enter, only to see a familiar figure standing by the shelves. It looked like he was looking for something. “Where is Jacob?” He turned back to face me and that’s only when I completely recognized him. He was one of the Pack’s officials whom I fought with before getting accepted into the Pack. The Lycan Pack’s Gamma. As far as I could remember