Jacob Perez Novels & Stories

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

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.

I turned to see a guy walking towards me, he had a fine look and was of moderate height. "Hi," he said smiling at me. "Hi" I answered as I managed to smile back. "Can I join you for work?" he asked. I just shuddered because, though I was tired and all, I could use a little chitchat. After some time I got to know his name was Jake and a final year student. he said he liked my personality and wondered if we could go out on a date. I was about replying him when I felt someone's hand wrapped around my waist and when I turned to see who it was, it was Damian.

I get up from the bench and turn to talk to them. “Hey Jason what’s up?” “Not much just getting a pump in you know? I didn’t know you lifted.” “Who’s this?” Sean asks. “It's my boy Pablo. We have art together. He’s chill.” Jason says. “Who?” “He goes to our school, dude. He’s the only Mexican at our school.” “Oh that guy! I thought his name was Juan.” “No idiot. It's Pablo. Isn't that right Pablo?” I stay quiet for a moment. Were they having a conversation about me, in front of me?

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Serena was alive. And that was enough for him to keep going. ... “It doesn’t make sense,” Jacob muttered, breaking the silence between them. “Father didn’t even ask when we’re setting sail. He’s acting like none of this is happening.” Edward frowned. “I know. I’ve never seen him like this. He hasn't even looked Alexandro in the eye since the day we found Kiara.” Jacob looked up at the sky, eyes narrowing. “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.”

Argus said with a sneer in my direction. "I am sorry about that, but you offer a different perspective and I just wanted that from you. I know you are probably quite busy, but I'd just really like to talk to you." Argus stared at me for a minute and really seemed to consider me before nodding ever so slightly. "Good, well you all know my name, but maybe I could get yours?" "I'm Argus." Tessa-Lee's old owner said. "I'm Peter." The old man grunted.

I looked down at my feet and I nodded at Maria to leave to her room within the chamber. “Papa!” Daniel cried out. He smiled and lifted our son in his arms, kissing him. “Hello, Aguilar. We have missed you deeply.” I said, watching as he extended his hand to me. I kissed his knuckle, and he smiled before putting a hand on my cheek. I leaned in toward his touch, giving in to it. “You seem to have been tiring your mother,” Aguilar said, turning his attention to Daniel. “Not at all, Alpha.” I said, not wanting Daniel to be the one to respond. “You know that his playing and his attitude is one that I love. I would not ask for more.”

he looked at her with determination, and he didn’t stop smiling calmly. Gloria nodded. She was quite satisfied. Prodigy? That’s bull crap if there is no hard work. “Oh! Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself,” He said before chuckling, “Good afternoon. My name is Jacob Peterson, but everyone calls me Jake. Professor Henry probably mentioned me to you already.” “Hi Jacob, if you don’t mind me asking. How old you?” She could not help but ask instead. Jacob looked at her with joy, and her question did not disturb him at all and with a firmness that she did not expect he said, “I am 32 years old.”

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.