Jacob's Ladder Booktok Novels & Stories

he answered in a sheepish voice. When the day finally ended and I retired for the night, I found myself in the midst of another vivid dream. Again, like my other dream, I was seated upon Alpha Jacob's ornate throne. The grandeur of the throne room surrounded me, and its beautiful decorations was a big contrast to the figure that was kneeling before me. Alpha Jacob, usually a formidable figure, was now bound by chains, his demeanor reduced to one of submission and vulnerability. Slowly he looked up, and I caught his gaze. His eyes, once filled with dominance, now reflected fear and desperation as he glanced up at me, pleading yet restrained.

Jacob had a way of getting what he wanted by just… taking it. She shook her head and got up from bed, a weird wobbly feeling almost pulling her back to the mattress. Oh. . . it wasn't a wobbly feeling after all. It seemed the wet dream had really caused some damage. She had the strange impression that Jacob's arms were around her, strong and warm, pulling her back to bed. There was even a tingling sensation on her lips as though he had kissed her. She licked her lips slowly and blinked her eyes, snapping out of it. “I'm losing it,” she muttered to herself, prancing about the room. Things like that only happened in storybooks, no? Real women didn't react to men that way. They could never, thi

I need to stay lowkey until such time I have my power back. “Hello, Tahlia.” Jacob gave me a polite smile. Then he turned to look back on the man in front of him. “Didn’t know you accept disciples. Can I apply as one?” Helion hissed. They enjoy jokes, is it because they have grown familiar with each other? Are they close friends now? My eyes narrowed at the thought. “Come join us, Tahlia,” Jacob’s invitation. “I’m Jaxon, the second beta and the lord of east manor,” Jacob introduced himself to me.

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The walk to her home was brief. On it we discussed some of our favorite things that we had read. When she told me that she had never read an actually book but only pieces of parchment given to her by her father, I had to give her a look of incredulity. Most of the people in my village bought books so often that I had never known there were those who could not afford it. After finding this out I was curious to know more about the differences of our villages that were only separated by a hill. So, I asked.

“Oh… yeah. They’re definitely gettimg together.” “If not now, soon,” I say. “I’m staying out of it.” “Me too,” he says, kissing me again. The DJ suddenly says, “Looks like the lovely couple is already working on baby number three.” I shoot him a glare. “My bad!” he says quickly. I look up at Knox. “No regrets.” He smiles down at me. “Definitely no regrets.” THAT MY LOVELY READERS IS THE END. KNOX & SIENNA WILL POP UP IN BOOK 3 WHICH IS TITLED THE PRICE OF PEACE

"Say your safe word it if it gets too much. But I know you can take it, Elijah. You are going to take everything I give you." His fingers pumped deeper and my body jerked slightly from it. “Won't you?” I nodded. “Very good.”

Jackson stood in the corner of the Royal Library, facing a bookshelf filled with ancient dusty leather books. According to the map he interrogated from Stefan, the entrance was here. He reached out and pulled a specific black book titled 'History of the Abyss'. Click. A hidden mechanism triggered. The entire bookshelf swung open silently, revealing a cold, dark stone staircase spiraling down into the earth. The air that rushed out smelled stale and metallic. Jackson drew his gun and turned on his flashlight.

I remembered Rosa's words about Kohan: that he would get the city and everything that came with it; that for him to kill me and my child is a kind of initiation, the last trophy, confirming his complete power in the city, and that he will not stop. For this, I should have said a separate "thank you" to Ibragimov, but still, even now, some points were still not clear to me. The same Ibragimov ... Well, he gave away part of Boris's fortune to all sorts of, as Grisha put it, loud-mouthed n * gifts. What's next? Sooner or later there will be nothing to give away, and without this kind of insurance, the old wolf is unlikely to be able to do anything, otherwise he would have already done it. So wh

“Let me see them…” The nurse gently placed the babies in her arms. Jax, groaning, finally sat up from the floor and blinked blearily at the sight before him. “Did I die?” he asked. “Am I in heaven? Is that a... is that a dragon baby?” “Yes,” Tora whispered, unable to tear her eyes away. “And her brother’s a wolf. Just like us.” Jax climbed to her side, shaking like a leaf but smiling like the sun. He looked down at the two little beings cradled in her arms.