Jacob Roloff Books Novels & Stories

" While pondering which of the many books I've read is the best, I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn and find Jacob staring. He doesn't look away even though I've caught him watching me. Hannah is talking to him, but he doesn't seem to be listening; his full attention is on me. Why is he so focused on me? I haven't gotten a chance to talk to him since Hannah hasn't left his side during the flight. There is so much I want to say to him. "Sarah?" Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. "Yes?" "I asked you a question." "Oh yes, you did." I give him a brief smile. "If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say-" "The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole," Jacob says before I can. I turn to

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

Not after his first two had failed spectacularly. “What methods?” Jacob demanded. Then he added, “If they involve money, do not even bother. They will not work.” “They don’t,” Jason assured him. “I think you should try the methods in my girlfriend’s books.” “Books?” Jacob asked, sounding confused. “The male leads in her books have methods that always work with the heroine,” Jason supplied. “No matter how angry the heroine is, she always gives in. Maybe you can discover a few secrets.” “You want me to read romance novels to figure out how to deal with my wife?” Jacob asked, his tone suggesting he thought the idea ridiculous.

She had to find a way to talk to Jamie Dalton Volka. She probably shouldn't have been surprised at the size of the crowd in the bookstore. After all, when a well-known local resident, in fact, the head librarian, wrote a book that was moving up the charts, people would certainly turn out en masse for it, and they did. She had listened while Jamie spoke about writing her book. How her fascination with wolves had led her to do her research and write this romance about a wolf and a human. She hadn't, however, given any hint as to what had sparked her interest in the first place. Paranormal was a very popular genre with people these days. Lia wondered what they'd say if they knew there was more

Jacob immediately asked. "No one ordered him, Jacob. He just managed to steal your files from your computer and sell them to others because of the need for money." "Please forgive me, Sir Jacob. I really need money for my mother's treatment. She was in the hospital for almost two weeks now," Roel said tearfully. He even came closer to Jacob and knelt in front of him. Jacob grabbed both of Roel's arms and forced him to stand up. "Are you sure that no one ordered you to do this?" Jacob asked curiously.

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

“This can go good or bad. The choice is yours.” “If I let him smell me, will it go good?” I meekly asked. He nodded and said in a low tone, “That’s what I’m hoping for.” Snow’s moist nose felt cold as it brushed against the back of my trembling hand. “You’re hoping?” I said with obvious distress. “Just stay as calm as you can and let him sniff you,” Noah ordered. After what had to be the most torturous few minutes of my life, the wolf completed its sniffing of my entire body. I doubted it left one inch out. When it finally walked back to Noah, I heaved a sigh of relief.

“It's the truth in your blood, Olivia. And in the reason they died. They shared an obsession with finding the rogue wolf who dabbled in forbidden magic—the dark, old ways. His name is Malakai. They thought they could be the ones to stop him from causing the havoc he's been causing for fifty long years. But things began to go downhill. Once you were born, once he sensed the unique power of the Lycan-wolf hybrid in you, he wanted you.” My skin crawls. The image of the shadowy figure in my dream suddenly gains context—a deliberate, malicious intelligence. My lungs burn just from the memory. “Two months after you were born, Daniel and Jade fled Silver Lake with you. They disappeared without a tr

He then dropped his head back down to read the book that was in front of him, not even bothering to look at the person who came inside. It was Jacob looking sullen than ever, as he walked inside and sat down on the table next to Logan’s that belonged to the beta of the pack. “ You seem to be annoyed,” Logan said as he continued to read his book turning page after another. “ And you know a lot for someone who cannot even bother to look at your beta,” snapped Jacob as he turned to look at Logan who was reading a book on dark witchers and wizardry. His brows furrowed as he asked, “ Don’t tell me that you are trying to learn magic now and that too dark magic who are you trying to curse now?”

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold: