Jacob Day Novels & Stories

=-Amber’s POV=- Once again, it was just me and Dale in the house. Jacob already went home because something came up with his Luna. I heard from Dale’s phone conversation one time that Luna has committed suicide at Jacob’s workplace in Claybourne. I am sure that the issue would make a great scandal but Dale has prohibited me to watch the news or even checked my phone lately. He even confiscated it from me.

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 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.

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.

I lay down and Jacob sits by my side playing with my fingers. “How was your day?” I ask. He came back way too late after practice today. “Tiring.. but interesting...Coach made West play today… Despite his bruised ribs.” I gasp involuntarily. “Why would he do that? It could hurt him more…” Jacob smiles. “You are a nice person, you know… You still care for him.” I roll my eyes and say, “I don’t enjoy someone else’s pain! I am not a freaking sadist.”