Jacob The Boyz Novels & Stories

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ "Hey, Fratello!" He turned back to see who the owner of the unfamiliar voice was. He just took the last stairs off the civil engineering department building. He was hungry, he wanted to visit the bar Marino had told him about that was somewhere in the school. He had checked it on the map and it was a trekkable distance. He adjusted his bag over his shoulders, tapping his sneaker clad foot on the ground impatiently. "Scusa." The boy, his agemate but with softer features that made him look younger, panted out when he reached him after practically flying down the stairs.

Jacob said Yeah....yay

I saw Derulo and Maxwell holding him from me “we agreed on two blows but you gave him five already” Coloy's cool voice said “oh so that's what this is about? Fine, I'll leave him now let me go” he said and the guys left him Coloy helped me to sit up and whispered into my ears, “it's not over yet” Then he gave me a cold glare and moved away Author's POV Caleb had met Coloy, Derulo and Maxwell in jail. The three were wanted internationally so they were jailed in the USA, that was how they met Caleb.

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.

my chest when I saw all this. It was anguish. Terror That is, I had never lived anything like it. And it's horrible. Kyle's car was in the same place. Rich was on a par with me, looking expressionless everywhere. There was a person selling flowers, I got to her and bought a bouquet. I went to the little altar and placed them there, it didn't matter if I didn't know anyone. They were human beings. And they didn't deserve to die like that. There were candles on the altar, it was full of flowers and there were also portraits with the names of the deceased. There was a dark boy, he wore glasses, his name was Lion Hoffman. The other was a blond boy, he wore the jacket of the football team, his n

Jacob the big brother said which made Arianne smile. “Hi again Tara! Is he your daddy?” a cute little boy asked as he and his mom approach them. “Yes Kieran, this is my daddy!” Tara said proudly holding tightly into her dad's arm. “Kieran bro, why are you still talking to Tara, aren’t you supposed to go home now? Hi there Jamie!” Jacob said then frown. Kieran’s mom just smile at them and let the kids talk but not before giving Tara a soft pinch in her cheek.

Jacob. Jacob said that he was just taking orders from Klyde McMarrow, he never saw him. He was recruited by a guy named Leonardo Olaso, he did a background check about an Australian citizen named Leonardo Olaso but nothing comes out, it has been soon found that the man came from Puerto Rico, half Puerto Rican and Spanish, 29 years old, has a case of rape in many countries since he was only 15 years old. Now he's in the cover and hands of Klyde McMarrow.

I stood there weaponless, waiting for a huge and burly man to come in, but instead, I saw a thin tall boy come in. "Hey babe!" Stacy walked in smiling as she planted a kiss on his lips. Babe? "Oops, I'm sorry." She said looking at me. "This is my boyfriend, Jake." "Boyfriend?" I asked. "Sorry, " she said correcting herself. "Fiance." "Fiance?" I asked to be sure I heard well. Were Stacy was a hot super model, this guy was.... Drab? "You must be Emem? Stacy has told me a lot about you."

I assured her softly. “Nice one” a voice suddenly echoed behind me with an applaud. When I turned to look who it was, it was the gang leader. I fixed my gaze on the young handsome boy whose innocent look, was altered by the tattoos that embroidered his body. He had a pistol under his right arm pit, and on his left shoulder was his white T-shirt which was stained with blood. Picking the T-shirt on his shoulder, he used it to dab the blood flowing down his lips. “Impressive boy, but I'm proud to tell you that you messed with the wrong gang, and for that you are going to pay for it”

The pool game was over, but an entirely new diversion was afoot. Jacob watched them go for a moment, then ordered another Guinness and sat back to enjoy his drink as he traced their movement among the crowd. "What's your name?" The blond boy felt foreign in Christie's arms as the DJ put on something slow and soulful with a steady beat. He all but swallowed her up with his muscular physique, and where as Jacob was a mere few inches taller than she, her dance partner nearly had to bend over to hear her question as she peered up at him from the level of his chest.