Jacob Or Edward Novels & Stories

“Either way, we’re ending this today.” The house loomed before us, its decayed frame looking as though it might collapse under its own weight. I paused, taking in the structure. It was unfamiliar to me, but I knew its significance. Jacob had grown up here, trapped in a broken home with a mother who had borne the brunt of our father’s failures. While I’d been raised with love and support, Jacob’s life had been forged in resentment and neglect. Our father had chosen my mother—discarding his—and Jacob had never forgiven either of us for it.

Tracy shouted excitedly, taking everyone by surprise. “Wow, I am honored but I really I am not your daddy....”Ichabod said. “Not you silly...” Tracy replied, laughing and pointing, “mummy look, its daddy.” The three looked towards the direction she was pointing and that was when Ichabod saw a young man who seemed to be in his late thirties. He was all suited up with plaited hair. Good God! When did man start plaiting their hair? Wasn’t that meant to be for the women?

I thought he would have his fingers brought to in between my legs so I waited and waited and waited… until he smirked and stood up. What the fuck did just happen… “No fucking until you’re well rested.” That was he said before he made himself busy on his royal table. The silence enveloping us inside his cabin was even more painful to hear than the noise of children shouting and screaming in the omega area. Jacob was busy opening up sealed letters, reading them, then throwing them into a trashcan. He would take a gaze at me from minute to minute. And every time he do that, I would look away and keep my eyes busy with the things that are in this cabin.

"It’s nice to meet you, Aunt Elizabeth." Before she could respond, a man in his fifties, tall and broad-shouldered, stepped up beside her. His face was a mirror of my father’s, the same sharp jawline, the same eyes. "I’m Jacob," he said, extending his hand with a warm smile. "Edward’s younger brother. It’s good to finally meet you, Victoria." I shook his hand firmly, feeling the weight of this moment. "It’s nice to meet you too."

Jacob asked him and Edward looked over to see that he was also putting the final touches of sunscreen on. “Almost,” Edward squirted the lotion on his hands and haphazardly put it on his chest and arms. Once he was done they headed towards the water and Jacob looked over their shoulders. “So what’s going on with you two?”Jacob asked him. “What do you mean?” Edward tried to play dumb, but he knew what Jacob was asking. “You’re kind of running hot and cold on her,” Jacob said. “It’s already confusing me.” Edward frowned at him, “I’m not.”

Jacob cunningly started the conversation with Eden asking her to examine him as he is not feeling well. "Hello, Ms Eden," Jacob greeted entering her cabin. Eden was sitting on her chair studying a patients surgery report. She was shocked to see Jacob. She stood up from her chair and bowed him... "Hello, Mr Jacob please have a seat... how can I help you?" she courteously asked. "I am not feeling well today," Jacob said pressing his forehead. "Do you have a headache?" she asked. "Actually I am feeling very low these days, I am always very worried about my kids my princes." Jacob sadly said.

Jacob held Ace’s hand, assuring “Your dad will understand. You are his son, his blood, after all.” Ace let out a nervous laugh hearing him. He said “I don’t know what exactly will happen but I’m sure I have to face a lot.” Jacob’s grip on Ace, tightened. He spoke with utmost sincerity “And I will be with you, always.” Jacob had his drink and held his forehead, mumbling “Before everything, I should talk to Edwin. I owe him an apology and an explanation.” Their conversation was interrupted with Edwin’s voice. They both turned their heads back and saw Edwin, looking around calling out Ace’s name.

Keith asked "I guess," I said. "I will be with you every step of the way," he said, holding his hand out for me to take, which I did without hesitation. A lot of guards were standing by the entrance of Edward and Nancy's door. We walked inside his parent's room, and when we got there, I heard the sounds of Edward and a man talking. We walked into the family room, where a man and two females were sitting on the couch across from Edward and Nancy. I immediately knew that the man was King Jacob. One of the women looked to be in her forties. She had long black hair and brown eyes. The other looked to be about my age and had the same color hair and eyes as the other.

Letta could guess that the lengthy debate they had been conducting since earlier would be won by her husband. Jacob was really giving Marco an unfriendly look when Marco ended the argument, stating that Jacob and his family had no rights to the Jovanka assets. Edward held their signatures that transferred all the assets inherited to Edward, because of Jovanka's past downturn that made Edward work hard to revive the Jovanka name as it is now.

“And secondly, who the hell is Jacob?” “Melanie. It’s Melanie.” Her voice came out in an even bigger rush, the words practically tripping over themselves. “And Jacob is the man that I want to marry, wanted to marry and now Mr. Edgewood is going to kill him because he is an obstacle. That was what he said. And then he just disappeared, like vanished, and he is going to kill Jacob so you have to help me stop him. I didn’t want any of this. I don’t want Jacob to die. So please, I am begging you.”