Jacob Twilight 1 Novels & Stories

Don Albert replied, and he promptly answered Jacob's call, putting it on loudspeaker as well. As soon as the call got through, Jacob was exclaiming eagerly, "Don Albert? It's me! Jacob Wilson!" "Uh-huh," Don Albert replied noncommittally. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Jacob quickly replied, "Well, you see, Zachary posted something on his Twitter… have you seen it?" "I did," Don Albert affirmed. "What about it?"

"I scared him off with just a few words. I wonder if he has something to hide." Abigail wanted to say he looked more terrifying than a ghost. She shook her head. "He just signed with Imperial Media, and Cordelia is known for managing her artists strictly. No one dares to mess around under her watchful eye." "Oh, uh..." Jacob's eyes shifted, and he muttered a sour remark, "I hope I didn't interrupt your date." "What did you say?" "Nothing, it's nothing!" "You know, Jacob, actually I—" "I'm going to offer a toast to Zuko!" Jacob scratched his head with a chuckle and quickly disappeared into the crowd of guests.

The guy is still looking up the second floor of their house but turned to look to the gate when he saw the screeching sound of iron as it opened. As usual, his sense of style doesn’t disappoint. This time, Jacob is wearing a simple cream-colored, with horizontal stripes of dark blue, long sleeves which he pushed back up to his elbow, and a pair of jeans. He matched his outfit with a pair of white sneakers and a big black leather watch. Simple, yet pleasing to the eyes. “You ready?”, he asked as soon as he saw her. “Yep”, she happily replied as she walk her way to the other side of the car.

One week. Seven days. One hundred and sixty eight hours... since I've heard from both Caleb and Jacob. Every time I take the twins to see Jackson, Caleb's gone with ... with Sarah. Sarah from highschool. Sarah his girlfriend of seven years. Sarah his fiancee, the future Luna of the Crimson Pack. And Jacob. He's been ignoring me. He doesn't answer my text or calls and he's never at his house. And I feel completely lost without him. He's my anchor when I feel lost, and now he's not here.

The table was square; Liz and the officer sat opposite me, while Pamela sat adjacent to us. The young man cleared his throat before speaking. " Umm...I uh. I guess I should introduce myself first."I almost laughed at the way he was fidgeting. Gosh! He was so shy and Liz was the one making him feel that way. She was staring daggers at him. " I'm Eren Scott." He extended his hand for a handshake. " You said your name was Henry Harold aka double H," Liz spoke accusingly The young man, or rather Eren, almost choked. " Ahem ....Miss Elizabeth, I only said that because you kept insisting that I tell you my name."

I whispered as I turned back to the table. "They're the Royal elites of Lakeview Academy. They are the richest people in America. You see the guy in the center with the dark brown hair and grey eyes? He's Elijah Easton, the sole heir of Eastons Designs. Next to him on his right is Jaxon Walters and his twin Aspen Walters. Finally we have Austin Cooper." Lena answered my question with a dreamy gaze towards Austin.

She quickly went to check Jacob’s profile, and she found out that they were really twins, but apart from that, she wasn’t able to find out much about them. CHAT:HOLDER:Anna CHAT:Anna Danish: You guys are twins? I had no idea, I literally thought it was you chatting me up with another account. Yes, I’d love to know you guys, * Anna quickly replied to Jackson’s chat, then she went to open Jacob’s message. CHAT:HOLDER:Anna CHAT:Jacob Michaelson: Hello pretty lady, don’t tell me you are already wooed by my brother. *smirk* That was the message Anna saw when she opened Jacob’s chat, and she couldn’t help laughing out loud.

She repeated in an annoying song. I grunted, resting my hands on the counter by the bar, “Just enjoy the party, Lyla. He should be here soon.” “Or maybe he's here already,” said a man, his voice so deep it rattled me—I gasped. I turned immediately to see Jacob, donned in a neat blue tux, his hands sunk into his trousers. His red eyes lit up as he flashed a smile at me. Nervous, I stood frozen to a spot and waved, “Hi.”