Romans & histoires Jacob Twilight 1

she whispered, sobbing into her mother’s shoulder. “We’re not that easy to kill, sweetheart,” Thomas chuckled softly, brushing her hair from her face. “We’ve still got fight in these bones.” “Oh, so that’s where she gets it from,” Jacob suddenly chimed in, drawing all eyes to him. He rose from his seat, his presence unmistakable, powerful, confident, and a little too charming. “I’m glad you’re both safe,” he said, striding forward and extending a hand. “I’m Jacob Frost. Your daughter’s fated mate.”

I asked softly. "Because I know that twisted bastard. You don't know him, baby. He's far worse than he lets on—plays dirty games. Loves to ruin others’ lives—it's like his hobby. Last time, he tarnished my reputation in the media, and it took ages to clear my name. But this time... I can't fathom his intentions. Chloe isn't the sole reason; a man like him doesn't care about the women he uses," Jacob drew me closer, his hand gently tucking my hair behind my ear, "I won't let him anywhere near you. You're mine. Only mine," and he sealed his words with a kiss.

I said, in an attempt to make him forget such a traumatic memory. “They want Taylor to do what Kane does with Natalie, don’t they?” Jacob's face lost all trace of color, and I had to hold him tight so he didn't fall to the ground. “Good God, Vivienne. Lie to me. Tell me it isn't even when you know it is. I watched those kids grow up and I don't think my heart can...” “No!” I exclaimed, laughing hard when Jacob just blinked repeatedly. “I already told you they're just friends, my love. Taylor has no romantic interest in either of those two.”

“Get up, Jacob.” “Fine, fine,” he groaned, sitting up slowly but not before giving her a playful wink. “Thanks for the nap, Tiff. Best pillow ever.” Tiffany crossed her arms, pretending to scowl, but the warmth in her chest remained. “Why are you so tired anyway?” “Had to work a late shift at the diner,” he said and stood up. Tiffany watched as Jacob brushed off his jeans and then held his hand toward her. “Late shift?” she asked as she took his hand. “On a school night?”

Ava and Liam shout in unison, their faces lighting up as they scramble closer to the phone. Jacob’s face fills the screen as the call transitions to a video chat. His well-chiseled features and strikingly blue eyes exude an air of sophistication, framed by perfectly styled dark hair. He’s dressed in a tailored suit, even in a casual call, emphasizing his elite status. His family, after all, runs Kingston Enterprises, the second most powerful company in the city, just behind Hale Corporation. “My two little angels,” Jacob says warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How have you been? Are you being good for Mommy?”

her words faltered and her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the person standing in front of her. "Jacob Rogers?" The words barely made it out of her lips as she stared in awe. Jacob cocked his head to the side as if trying to recall where he'd seen her and once he did, his amber eyes that seemed to shine brighter with every rotating neon, lit up. "Dawn? Dawn Montgomery?" He asked, his British accent still thick in his throaty voice, and before she had a chance to nod in the affirmative, he rounded her waist and pulled her into a hug, one she hadn't expected, nonetheless, basked in the warmth.

After a moment of thought, she removed her watch and placed it on his well-defined abs. “This watch is worth over five million. Consider it your payment.” The man’s face darkened instantly. He picked up the watch, sat up, and stared at her with a heavy gaze. Afraid he might demand even more, Tara quickly bolted from the room. “Five million for one night. It’s more than enough!” she thought. To avoid running into Leo or anyone else, she skipped the main lobby and exited through the emergency stairwell. Stepping out of Majestic Nightclub’s doors, she realized dawn had broken.

(Salvatore's POV) I watch as chaos unfolds before me, the ever-present twilight casting eerie shadows on the panicked faces of humans. They scurry like frightened rats, huddling together and seeking shelter from the strange phenomenon that has plagued London for weeks now. Their fear is palpable, thick in the air, and I cannot help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. They are so fragile, their lives dictated by forces they can neither comprehend nor control. Steeling myself, I delve deeper into the heart of the city, determined to uncover the truth behind this unnatural darkness. The perpetual twilight has stirred unease within me, igniting a relentless curiosity that refuses to be quenche

“Once he steps on stage to challenge you, your reputation will be solid! “If things don’t go as planned, I’ve got fake evidence of him selling classified intel. No matter what happens, he’ll still be our stepping stone.” Tyler grinned with satisfaction when he saw Rosie’s confident smirk. “Perfect! Just wait and watch me dominate that launch event tomorrow!" The two of them kissed passionately as though the world around them did not exist. The video cut off there, but everyone in the courtroom could already imagine what came next.

He hates being weak. Jacob doesn’t speak as he rubs soft circles wherever his hands happen to fall, a ghost of a smile gracing his face as Taylor pulls him closer, burying his face in the crook of Jacob’s neck. Eventually, the tears stop and Taylor falls into a fitful sleep. Jacob doesn’t make any attempts to move, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to detangle himself from Taylor’s grip this time. Instead, he grabs the blanket Cade had left on the couch and wraps it around the two of them, doing his best to shift them into a more comfortable sleeping position.