Jacob Day Novels & Stories

I need to go back to Jacob. ***

By God's grace, Jacqueline noticed how ill I had been and gave me a piggyback as she sprinted all the way to the infirmary. The first thing I did after waking up was call Zoe. I called her more than 20 times, and she didn't pick up any of them. Jacqueline had to prop me up and helped me get back home. So, this was why she didn't answer my calls. She was out drinking with Johnny. When I asked her, she told me her father was on a business trip, and her mother had sprained her ankle. She claimed that she had to take the day off and care for her mom.

] Ashley:[chicken steak. [Cool.] Before Ashley finished her porridge, Jacob came back. He changed his shoes, put the plastic bag in his hand in front of her, and casually asked, "Why are you up so late today?" "It’s Saturday." Ashley casually made up a reason, swallowed the porridge in her mouth, and asked, "Why did you go out so early?" Jacob sat opposite her and answered honestly, "It’s my mother’s deathday." Ashley looked up at him and gave an ah sound.

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 memory burning. “I wish you'd just died that day when you were ten. I wish they never revived you.” And then there was what Daniela had said when she agreed to go out with him. "Adrian, you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. You and me. A date." Every single sentence felt like a needle piercing straight through his chest, and the pain was bone-deep. Adrian's vision went dark, and his mind suddenly jumped to that day at the mall.

Distant thunder rumbles and the rain falls again, blowing in against the window. “Do you have to cancel appointments in the morning?” I ask Jacob, feeling compelled to say something other than I’m pretty sure you have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen—and I haven’t even seen it hard. “No, it’s Memorial Day tomorrow. If I did, I would have driven home and just paid for transportation for the ponies.”

“Good luck finding him, but don’t worry, Damon. I’ll return Keatton to you with me inside his heart. Let’s see who’s the best actor between us,” Dominick placed his phone on the side and made his hands his pillow as he placed it at the back of his head. Slowly, closing his eyes as he hummed himself to sleep. Jacob, on the contrary, was looking at the small hole from the door. He saw how Keatton was. Dry, dirty, and like a cum dump. He shook his head. Jacob instinctively called Keatton’s name in a slow voice. He knew himself that he was not over for Keatton. But he had nothing—no money to fight his love for the precious boy that everyone wants to be theirs.

His father lived two days from rock bottom at any given moment. "Hey! You're back," Jacob said. "Yeah. I didn't want to disturb you earlier." "It's okay." Jacob sniffed the air. "You smell different." Of course, his father would notice. He had the greatest sense of smell in the entire tribe. "You're excited about something. Want to share?" "Yeah, I’m going to. How was your day?" "It was okay. Your old man and boring stuff," Jacob shrugged. "Are you fine?" "No, I'm not fine," Jacob admitted. His voice broke. "I need help, but I try. I try very hard."

“He’s hiding something. He always says he’s protecting Serena, that everything he does is for her safety. But now? He won’t help. He won’t fight. He won’t even speak about it.” “I don’t get it either,” Edward admitted. “Serena is his only daughter. His little girl. If someone had taken my mate, I’d be burning the world down to find her.” Jacob’s voice was tight with frustration. “You know what I think? I think Father knows something. Maybe not where she is, but who’s behind it.” “You think he’s protecting someone?” Edward’s voice dropped. Jacob didn’t answer immediately. He looked toward Alexandro, who hadn’t moved an inch. The Alpha looked carved from stone—so still, so silent, but clearly

Alex POV Covering over all the details of how that little girl died. I’ve still got nothing, however the new rogue member has found herself helpful by giving us coordinates to where their pack is. We’ve been setting up plans on ways to get on the inside before they figure out we know where they are. Creed has set up cameras in the woods pointing towards their territory. They have 9 people on morning patrol and 12 at night. Weird they have more at night than during the day. The ‘king’ hasn’t come close to the line and makes me wonder if he ever leaves. Sighing I hand Ryan the photos he brought to me that he took this morning. Getting the photos helps me send them to red who researches people