Jacob Perez Novels & Stories

In their first meeting, it was awkward to seek a blessing. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Perez," Tristan stated seriously as he extended his hand for a handshake. The man shook Tristan's hand and gave her a friendly nod. Cristine extended her hands as well. "I am Tresword Perez, Tristan's grandfather," the man stated pleasantly as he shook her hand. When Cristine heard the man's name, she was taken aback. Tresword Perez? Is he one of the Philippines' wealthiest men? Meeting such a powerful person happened by chance. Tresword Perez was withdrawn from the world of business. He is never present at any gathering. Few individuals have ever met him. Despite the fact that images of him exist, it was a you

He zipped up his backpack, his movements sharp and impatient, before rising to his feet. Piper stood as well, her breath uneven. “You don’t know me, Jacob. You have no right to speak to me like this. It is not okay.” At the mention of his name, Jacob froze. He turned slowly, eyeing her up and down with fresh mockery. “Oh, so you dug up info on me too.” He snorted. “Lucky me. Or unlucky, depending on if you’re trying to add me to your list of body counts.” ‘Body counts’ Piper’s mouth fell open, her voice turning hoarse. “What?”

I still didn't turn my head, but I could imagine the scene across the table—Pascha in his casual suit that always looked too expensive, Ronan with his signature slightly mischievous smile, a more relaxed Calvin with his hands in his pockets, and . Jacob. I peeked a little from under my arm. Jacob Hernandes. Compared to the others, Jacob always seemed more reserved and controlled. He wasn't like Pascha, who was full of dominant charisma, or Ronan and Calvin, who always looked ready to joke around. Jacob paid more attention, spoke only when necessary, and, most importantly, he is smart. Very smart.

"Zeke, is this your friend?" "Huh?" Jacob was startled by her sudden appearance. On the other hand, Zuko remained calm as he looked at Lina and nodded lightly. Jacob grinned awkwardly and approached Lina, intending to shake her hand, but Zuko glared at him. "Hello, hello..." Jacob withdrew his hand but did not know where to place it. "I'm Jacob Welsh. I'm—" Lina's expression was serious but polite. "Mr. Welsh, you look handsome for sure, but this line of work is not a long-term plan. You ought to consider your future."

Now, Scarlett was presenting her final arguments to the judge. “A young man’s life is at stake in this trial. Mister Jose Perez had a job waiting for him, but this too was put on hold because of the allegations made against him by Mister Pier Bianci. Mister Perez was accused of damage to property, and arson, but in this trial, not a single solid evidence was presented by the prosecutor that Mister Perez had, in fact, instigated the damages,” Scarlett said, her eyes occasionally landing on the judge as she mostly went back to her drafted speech.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”

I asked Fabian and he just nodded at me in response so we didn't waste any more time and we begin to pull the white oak stake stuck in Guzman and Polo's chest. I was having a hard time as I tried to pull the white oak stake on Polo's chest. I've never questioned my strength before not until today, it looks like there's some kind of magic that lingers around the white oak stick and it feels like the more I pulled it out, the more it sank deeper into Polo's chest.

PEREZ family house. Loud music and laughter in the building as the Perez family celebrates their recent victory. Perez are the family of werewolf hunters and from generations back they have been the most powerful werewolf hunter in history, wiping out generations of werewolves and that too with great success. The Perez family had just gone on another wolf hunting and they came back successful, as usual. “Cheers to Alexei for this huge success.” A man in his late 50s, Sturdy with blonde hair that looks ruffled and his belly bulging making him look funny in his tight shirt and black trouser said.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e