Jacob Day Novels & Stories

Jacob challenged. "You're just upset because I married Talia, aren't you?" Jacob stared at the man in disbelief. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, took one out, and lit the end. He thought Jayden was a smart man, which was why he was chosen to be a minister. Or maybe he became a minister because of the Jepson family's influence? "Do you know who Nicklaus Hunter is?" "Of course I know. Who doesn't know about the formidable businessman who can crush anyone without mercy?" Jayden replied indignantly, as if he didn't understand anything about his position as minister.

For several minutes, all he could do was stare at the screen, unsure and lost about what to say to her. “How did you even know about the robbery?” Zoe asked the younger Ocampo. “A little birdie in the form of a dear friend named Felicity,” Jacob answered, sharing a triumphant smile. “Since when did you become a poet?” she remarked sarcastically. “Since a few seconds ago.” He grinned and glanced at Jared. “God, I hope he isn’t fucking up.” Zoe only chuckled at his sassy tone as they continued to chat about something else. Megan Vee

Jacob sighs putting his right hand behind as well as straining his left arm to pull me in for a hug. "Like this Hannah." He teased having an advantage in clinging on to my nape. "I know that." I slowly pushed him off and finally disengaging from the hug. "Who's he ?" Jacob asked finally noticing Darrin. "I'm her agent Mr Jacob." Of course he would know him, he's a Montiquez. "Busy day ahead ?" Jacob mutters getting Darrin to nod. "Take care of her though she doesn't deserve it." I gave him a punch for that. Jerk.

He must want to wait that amount of time before believing me. "I'm fine." I roll my eyes. "Okay, I believe you," he says, apparently satisfied that I'll be able to keep my lunch down. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" "Nothing yet." "Well, that's good, because I was thinking we could bother the whole city with your screams as I make you cum multiple times." Jacob moves his hand up my leg, caressing my thigh. The cup of water in my hand almost drops. Jacob has told me about his fantasy of fucking me in public places, but I'm surprised he'd bring it up here.

My father led me to the last table. "Layla, this is Xavier Reynolds, Alpha of the Reynolds Pack." My father's voice carried a hint of something meaningful. "His father and I go way back—we fought side by side. You two even met once as kids. Remember?" I looked up. A tall Alpha stood by the table. Dark hair, sharp features, broad shoulders. He wasn't flashy like Knox—no cocky swagger or sharp edges. His presence was quiet, steady, grounded. He wore a dark green tunic, a wolf-tooth earring dangling from his left ear. When he saw me, he blinked.

The reporter held the microphone up to Cody and asked, "Mr. Yates, with this evidence, do you have anything to say for yourself?" Cody panicked, completely blindsided by the fact that his crime had been recorded. "N-no! That video was edited! It's fake! She's trying to frame me. She's trying to get away with it! Don't let her deceive you!" Cody continued to deny his guilt, even reaching for my phone in an attempt to grab it.

"Grabbing a woman without her consent? That's not exactly gentlemanly." Gavin's voice was sharp. Edgar staggered back to his feet, his eyes locked onto Gavin with fury. "And who the hell are you?" Gavin smirked. "I'm Wanda's boyfriend. And you are? The ex-husband?" Edgar froze. He slowly turned toward me, his voice trembling. "Wanda… Who is he?" I met his eyes without flinching. "His name is Gavin Larson. He's my boyfriend." Edgar shouted in disbelief, "Gavin? You're that Larson?"

"Lena just wants to act up." If they wanted water, I would take it to them. I would walk in, put the glass down, and walk out. I would show them I wasn't broken by a pathetic phone call. I left the claustrophobic attic and went downstairs, heading straight for the kitchen. The large, stainless steel room was quiet, but not empty. Jacob was perched on a stool at the counter, completely absorbed in a sleek laptop, rows of complex coding scrolling down the screen. He was dressed in a dark, expensive silk robe that only emphasized his broad shoulders and bare, muscled forearms. The room suddenly felt very small.

I finally replied. Lionel muttered the name and left. A month later, Luke burst into my home. He was panting heavily and appeared flustered. "What's the matter, Luke?" "Lionel killed them!" "What?" "He pushed Fiona and Eva off a building, then… jumped down himself!" I stood frozen as Luke explained that before his death, Lionel had reported the fraud to the police. The investigation revealed that Fiona and Fred's financial schemes not only extended beyond international borders but also involved numerous domestic companies.

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.