Jacob Edward Twilight Novels & Stories

11) Twilight was supposed to find out that she was pregnant by thinking that she was sick and not getting better then her dad takes her to the hospital and they find out. 12) There was a time when Twilight was experiencing a burning feeling in her chest because Takumi was sleeping with Yuri (before I changed Yuri’s sexuality) 13) Twilight was originally redheaded but then I watched Gintama (The main character had silvery hair) and thought white wavy hair that was uncontrollable sometimes would be interesting. Daenerys from game of thrones also played a huge role in me deciding to change it. I just made it white 14) My friends have constantly questioned my mental health whenever they read som

She responded, looking up at him, "Impatience persistent in the thought produces sadness to the spirit. You are aware that you are living in America in the twenty-first century, correct? As she stood, Zachary mocked her. Zachary was tall, powerful, and guarding. His name, in Nate's opinion, was a good fit for him, as were his face's nearly flawless facial angles and the halo-like appearance of his blonde hair. It was actually his personality, though, that made her think of an angel. Zachary loved people with a deep passion. He served as a mentor, a watchdog, and a leader. He enjoyed teaching younger generations the most. After the Battle of Brier Creek, Nate discovered him. A new vampire who

Chapter 5 The double oak doors burst open with a loud boom, startling James from the report on his desk. Sarah stormed into his private office, eyes blazing with fury, her chest heaving beneath her thin blouse. "Sarah?" He stood up abruptly, shocked and remorseful. "What are you doing here?" "Don't play dumb with me!" she spat, throwing a crumpled newspaper at his head. James jerked back just in time as the projectile sailed past, scattering papers. The bold headline screamed at him: DYNASTIES MERGE: REYNOLDS HEIR TO WED MONTGOMERY PRINCESS.

Then she motions for me to have a seat and asks if I want something to drink before returning to her desk. I make myself at ease and grab a magazine. Jacob Collin appears on the cover, smiling heartily as he stands with his arms folded. His eyes are turquoise blue, and his skin is copper. He could pass for a model in his crisp white shirt and blue jeans. It's easy to see why he's been labeled New York's most eligible bachelor, with that sculpted jaw and high cheekbones. The angle at which the photo was taken gives the impression that he is staring directly at me. I start blushing as I feel a tiny flutter in my chest.

She figured that he must have wanted Tristian Reyes’s contact. Without wasting any time, Jacob typed the numbers into his phone and called Tristian. The phone rang four times before he heard a click. “Tristian Reyes speaking. How can I help you?” Tristian’s voice carried an aura like no other, and even a man like Jacob couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Jacob cleared his throat, adjusted his tie and spoke. “This is Jacob Wades from the Wades family.” He said, hoping to get some recognition with his family name.

But Jacob doesn’t stir. The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the moon spilling in from the massive windows. Jacob’s bed is massive, too—oversized and luxurious and entirely unfair because of course it would be. He’s sprawled across one half, shirtless, the blanket low on his hips, one arm thrown over his head. His breathing is deep, even. Peaceful. I shouldn’t wake him. I know that. But I also know I won’t sleep another second if I don’t.

Mateo's own eyes glistened up. “And after Mr Dawson's so much pleading, your mother agrees to stay but into his life. She chose to marry Jordan Sinclaiz, Mr Dawson's younger brother as Jordan Sinclaiz had never been a part of your family's underworld business. Besides, he was a very good friend of your mother, so they both got married and with the fear of losing you, Mr Dawson accepted this condition of your mother and not only this…..” Mateo paused to turn his head towards Dawson's lowered head.

“Because I was in close proximity to him and he is definitely not a werewolves or lycan. I got pretty familiar with the scent of vampires, and your scent is a fae, and the wizards, and the pixies. The Huntsman is not any of those.” Russo crossed his arms, hugging his chest. “I shudder to think then. Because that rules out all of the supernatural creatures I’m familiar with. And whatever is feeding into his human half has to be fairly powerful because he has taken down wizards, fae, werewolves, and lycans like it’s no big deal.” I turned back to the book. “When was Jacob Cypress born?” I asked it. “Jacob Cypress was born on December 10th 1893.”

"But... she could find someone else. Wendy can get a boyfriend or—" Jacob rubbed his forehead, cutting me off. "Feelings don't work like that. And it's just a kid. I'm basically donating sperm. It's not like I'm marrying her." He said it like he was talking about running errands. I slammed my fork down, eyes locked on his. "Jacob Torrance, do you even hear yourself? We're getting married in a month, and you're telling me you're having a baby with someone else?" His brow twitched, eyes flashing with that quiet, irritated look he always gave when I didn't fall in line. "Wendy's Dr. Lynn's daughter. She's like a sister."

His eyes roamed from her slim long nose to her plump lips, and her pale cheeks. “I'm surprised you can leave this soon,” he added as his hand brushed the strand of hair off Anna’s face. “You aren't the only one, Paige was stunned too.” He looked out of the car and saw that they were on the highway that led to his estate. “Probably because it was the first time, I'm sure she almost didn't believe it. Man, you don’t even take time off during our birthdays.” Jacob pointed out. Even though he was a cold-blooded and brutal mafia lord, he was big on birthdays. He cherished them because it was the only time he got to see his mother in a year.