Jacob's Novels & Stories

Opal will find a way to get up it if she has more than a couple of minutes…. “Well, it looks like the king sent his best chum to do his dirty work,” Jacob smirks at me, standing in a fighting position with his hands out in front of him.

Jacob got back to work again. Atlas stood at the edge of the row. “Jacob.” “I’m not saying no.” “You’re not saying yes either,” Jacob said. “You’re not just proud of me, that's it.” “Am I just your dirty little secret? Some farmer you fuck in the shadows when you need to be satisfied?”

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

Tears welled in my eyes as the horse carried us toward the secret mountain hideout. “Oh my god—look!” Jina growled, running alongside the horse. I looked back and saw my beautiful village engulfed in flames. The screams of my people pierced the night. “Serena, we have to go!” “Brother, we need to help them!” “We can’t, Serena. There are hundreds of wolves out there. I have to protect you—that’s what Father asked me to do,” Jacob said. The wind dried my tears as I obeyed his command.

"He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed." "No way. Abaddon's strong enough to fight off Rogues, look at what he did for Sera in the woods. He'll make the best Alpha." Tabitha gushes and I feel a twist of something in my stomach, it can't be jealousy, everyone's always treated him like he's something Godlike and Tabitha has never even tried to hide her admiration for him. It's always irritated me, but mainly because I thought he didn't deserve it, this feels different.

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.

Jacob approached me as I walked into the kitchen. “So what’s the deal boss, why are we here?” I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the self and a glass. I poured myself a glass and sipped it. Jacob stared at me waiting for an answer. I flashed a devilish grin at him. “We are going to war.” He looked at me, confused. “With who and why?” I finished my drink and set the glass down. “Joseph King. He shouldn’t have double-crossed me.”

“Basically Jacob was a good guy. He at least gave me food and drink. Even if it's just mineral water and a piece of really hard bread, he didn't starve me to death.” "He did want you to stay alive so I could come to save you." Rafe snorted. “I thought I was smart enough to wait for him to really leave before taking you out of there. But it turns out that Jacob was just fooling us all. He's hiding somewhere so he can shoot us off guard." “He is a persistent man. His anger was fueled by Brittany. Or Teressa." "So that's her name? Teressa?"

He says, and I smile at him. "What is it?" I ask, still smiling at him. "I have to twll you in your ear Qween," He says. "What is your name?" I ask, and he looks to the woman holding him, and she nods—permitting him to tell me his name. "I am Jacob, and I am 4 years old." He says, smiling from ear to ear. He is missing his front tooth, making him even cuter. Finally, he starts to wiggle, trying to get out of her hold.

"Lena just wants to act up." If they wanted water, I would take it to them. I would walk in, put the glass down, and walk out. I would show them I wasn't broken by a pathetic phone call. I left the claustrophobic attic and went downstairs, heading straight for the kitchen. The large, stainless steel room was quiet, but not empty. Jacob was perched on a stool at the counter, completely absorbed in a sleek laptop, rows of complex coding scrolling down the screen. He was dressed in a dark, expensive silk robe that only emphasized his broad shoulders and bare, muscled forearms. The room suddenly felt very small.