Novel & Cerita Jacob Day

Diana dosen't know Lucas and I had ticked Jacob on our list of murder, but she just seem to dislike him much. "Did you and Jacob ever have a thing together?" I tease her and her eyes widen as she shakes her head vigorously from side to side. "Of course not! He's just so annoying. I mean look at him!" She scoffs but I keep winking at her. We all watch Jacob walk to us, a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. "Good to see you all here. Again, I knew I'd see you all here" he brags and Diana scoffs. "Hello Danny" he calls her out and I snicker at the nickname.

“Well, tough luck you brought me here. And I didn’t know you were seeing a therapist, why am I not seeing one too?” “This man is expensive and an asshole.” Jacob doesn’t look bothered at all. His eyes are all over me. He’s obviously in his early forties, and streaks of white grace his curly black hair. He’s in a turtle neck, and some grey ironed pants with a matching jacket strewn over his shoulders. He smiles a little at me. “You are quite fascinating. You have managed to destroy the five years of work I put into Kaiser just by existing around him.” I gasp, is that an insult or a compliment? It sounds like both.

Theos POV “Week one in here and you’re already trying to buy silence,” Jacob says, shaking his head. “You’ve been going around like some wannabe kingpin, asking who you could hire to take care of some witnesses. And when you asked me, well… I said I knew someone.” Mark stammers something that might be a protest, but the words are useless.

I gave her a small nod. “Thank you,” she said, taking it. “You’re welcome. I’m Jake. What’s your name?” “My name is Daisy,” she said with a shy smile. Jake grinned. “Okay. My daddy said I can be your friend because I don’t have friends.” I looked past him to his father, who was walking toward us. My brows furrowed. “What’s going on?” The man reached for my suitcase. “I’ll help you with this.” I pulled it back sharply. “I can handle my own luggage. Stop trying to be a nuisance.”

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.

Sighing, Jacob stopped pacing and leaned against the desk, his features constricted in deep thoughts. “It’s not as easy as it sounds, Damon,” he mumbled, lightly flicking his thumb across his bottom lip. “I suspect this whole thing is bigger than it seems, right now. For them to have daringly gone against our orders,” he looked up at me, “you have to understand what I mean.” I couldn’t deny that he was right, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t more than determined to find this anonymous broadcaster boss and his fucking management team. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” I said, clinking the ice cubes around in the glass, “we invade the—“

The Day Lily Got Locked in the Bathroom It happened because of curiosity. God. Which, unfortunately, was Lily's strongest personality trait. Fair. By now she had reached the age where every door needed opening. Every cabinet needed exploring. Every button needed pressing. Reasonable honestly. Life was one giant investigation. And Lily intended to solve it. God. The morning started peacefully enough. Elena was working from home. Adrian had taken the day off. Lily was supposedly coloring in the living room.

In the soft light of dusk, his eyes shone like stars. "Dear examiner, your second assessment is to accompany your probationary boyfriend on a grocery run." I stared at the store, feeling like a naive bystander caught in a trap. "Assessment?" I repeated, trying to find any hint of a joke on his face. He nodded, looking at me earnestly. "Nova, Mr. Y's persona can't exist only on paper." I had no words. How could I possibly argue with a CEO who took up cooking just to match his persona?

A werewolf only has one fated mate in their lifetime. But my Alpha husband Derek refused to acknowledge me. All because I was human. Six years ago, to be with him, I was forced to sign a humiliating breeding contract with the pack elders. Bear an heir within one year: receive ten million. Bear an heir within three years: receive three million. If no pregnancy occurred within six years, I could not interfere with my husband's affairs outside the marriage. Derek's eyes burned red as he roared at me: "Did you become my mate because of me, or because of the Thorn Pack's fortune?!" From that day on, to punish me, he deliberately brought his assistant Camilla to every event, doting on her ri

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an