Jacob Twilight 1 Novels & Stories

But even now, he refused to give up. “You’re just like him,” he spat, his voice filled with venom. “Arrogant. Self-righteous. You think you’re better than me, but you’re not.” “I never thought I was better than you,” I growled. “I wanted us to be brothers. But you made your choice.” Jacob charged at me one last time, his movements sluggish but desperate. I met him head-on, our bodies colliding in a final, violent clash. My teeth found his throat, and I bit down, cutting off his snarled curses as his life drained away.

She recognized Cliff, but who was the young man beside Cliff? “Who are you?” Sylvia asked. Jacob was taken aback. Odell glanced at him. “Introduce yourself.” Jacob quickly said, “Ms. Ross, I’m Jacob Turner. I’m Master Carter’s and your bodyguard. I’m usually responsible for the young master and young miss’ safety. You can just call me Jacob.” “Oh,” Sylvia replied. Then, she grinned at him. “Nice to meet you, Jacob.” Her smile was polite. Jacob was stunned again.

Pen wasn’t there yet, child drama apparently, not even able to see her hard work in action. My heart soared when I saw Jacob make eye contact with us. I slyly observed Troy taking a deep gulp. He was unaware of the stir he was making in his bright burgundy suit jacket, long brown hair tumbling down to his shoulders alongside cat-green eyes. He only had eyes for Jacob as my heart melted in hope.

he looked at her with determination, and he didn’t stop smiling calmly. Gloria nodded. She was quite satisfied. Prodigy? That’s bull crap if there is no hard work. “Oh! Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself,” He said before chuckling, “Good afternoon. My name is Jacob Peterson, but everyone calls me Jake. Professor Henry probably mentioned me to you already.” “Hi Jacob, if you don’t mind me asking. How old you?” She could not help but ask instead. Jacob looked at her with joy, and her question did not disturb him at all and with a firmness that she did not expect he said, “I am 32 years old.”

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.

Jacob said Yeah....yay

“Come on… a little closer.” Jake glance at the stakeholders who's sitting at the long table at the back, in the basement. They're looking so pale, watching the big screens around them. They're once part of the Twilight and now that they're joining another group under its own son who betrayed his father, they are afraid of facing Raja— the number one weapon in Twilight's arsenal. Jake smirked while looking at them. "Don't flaunt your cowardice on me. Now that you've pledge loyalty to me, I'll do my responsibility to protect you all. So just watch and enjoy the show."

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”