Jacob Twilight Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"No, I just miss us." Jacob was the first to know of her powers, he was her first victim and the reason he had nightmares. So when the coven came, she remembered what her touch could do and she left with them. Jacob never told her how he made it to the states, she knew his brain power attracted scholarships around the world when at the age of ten he could speak several foreign languages and had a peeking interest in the pharmaceutical department which found a way to drag him into the dark side of drugs. He rejected every educational offer he got, he claimed school was a prison for the mind and soul. At the age of twelve, he began to work with renowned scientists in the making of tested and t

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.

she asked with hope in her eyes. “I don’t know but i know that i can….” that’s all i could say for now. Fiarra nodded her head lightly and helped the twins to take Genelia back inside the pack house. I turned to watch Jacob holding his tears back. He was fighting with his demons. I knew it was a bad time but there was nothing like the right time. “Jacob!” I called him. He glanced at me and turned his head back to his father’s grave. “I am sorry, dude!”

“Can you stop being difficult? My company is taking a hit. What good does this do you?” Tara stood her ground. “Your team and those reporters and bloggers know the laws about privacy and image rights, don’t they? Yet they still broke them. Why? I’m the one who was wronged, but instead of holding them accountable, you’re here trying to cut a deal with me. Why?” Leo’s icy gaze locked on her, his voice filled with disappointment. “You’re not even recognizable to me anymore. Jealousy really does make people ugly.” With that, he pushed his chair back with a loud screech, the sound echoing his anger, and stormed upstairs.

Alpha Kyle's POV I paced around the room feeling rather uncomfortable. I was unable to sleep last night as my wolf didn't let me sleep. He had been disturbing me to look for our mate. Rejecting my mate wasn't a good decision as I didn't feel my body again. The pain was more than I had imagined. Even though I had tried to suppress it, I felt I couldn't continue to suppress it.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

Now I would make mine. I fumbled for the pack in my pocket and pulled out a cigarette. My hands shook so much I nearly dropped the lighter. I sparked the flame and inhaled, the smoke filling my lungs. It was the only thing keeping me from screaming again. Behind me, the door creaked open. I didn't turn around. I knew the heavy, confident stride. Jacob stepped onto the balcony, looking like a Greek god in a tailored suit that barely contained his frame. His hair was perfectly slicked back, and his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show he didn't care about the gala's dress code.

As Godwin drove into the driveway and halted the car, he turned off the car, peered at me and said, "Come on, sister. You need to relax. That reminds me, Jacob Weston the basketball star player at the academy was asking me about you. He said that he would like to go for a run with you, if you are going to accept his challenge and I should reach out to him." I rolled my eyes as I had no interest in Jacob. He was after all, Godwin's friend too. Jacob was a 22-year-old guy with rich brown skin and he was taller than me, and had also helped our pack win in the last basketball match against other packs. At 22 years old, Jacob already owned a Ferrari and many girls in our Academy had crushes on hi