Jacob Twilight Novels & Stories

“He’s outside.” My stomach twisted nervously, and I looked up at Tyler. He straightened slightly. Then the door opened, and I froze. Jacob stepped inside. He looked completely different. He looked older, more confident, and dressed in an all-black suit that made him seem more intimidating. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I felt a strange rush of nostalgia. “Jacob!” Wendy called, hugging him briefly. “Hi, Wendy. So good to see you,” he said, smiling warmly. Then his gaze fell on me.

“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.

“Let’s see how you seduce men with that pretty face scratched up! “It’s all your fault! You killed David and made us lose our family’s only breadwinner. Do you know how hard it’s been for me and my son? Why do you get to live such a good life, huh? Why?!” After David got married, they had a son. When Jessica was pregnant, she was told that their son had Jacobs syndrome. Jessica had no idea what Jacobs syndrome was. All she knew was that she had conceived a baby boy, so she insisted on giving birth to him no matter what. They named him Gerardo Twilight. Both David and Jessica agreed that Gerardo was a gift from God. When Gerardo was one year old, he blinded the neighbor’s child with a stick.

“Effective at the end of this week, I will be stepping down as acting Alpha.” A wave of cheers swept over the assembled masses. I looked at Elena in shock, but she was already gone—rushing toward her father and Mason, who looked like someone had just dropped a boulder on his shoulders. I turned to follow—but found myself face to face with Jacob. He sipped from his glass, clearly enjoying himself. “Big night,” he said casually. “Didn’t expect the retirement announcement, but hey—timing is everything, right?” I gave him a tight smile. “So it seems.”

“If you won’t kneel beside him… kneel beside me.” _ 'G' The sky cracked with lightning. A storm rolled in. Fitting. Jacob stood at the window, the bone crown in his hands, the house silent behind him. He didn’t know what terrified him more, the way Gabriel saw him. Or the fact that Gabriel might be right. Leo didn’t come in that night. Neither of them slept. But for the first time since this all began, Jacob didn’t feel like a pawn. He felt like a god in disguise. And gods? Don’t kneel.

I was alone now and super nervous. The was a man filling in the paperwork behind his desk and it took a full minute of awkward standing and gazing around for him to give me his attention. Jacob Sommers was written on the nameplate on his desk. He raised his head to look at me and I just gave him a small smile. He had slicked back dirty blonde he, brown eyes, and thick eyebrows. He was exceptionally good-looking and immaculate in his suit. " So it's Benedicta Anderson, right?" It took a second to process his question before I responded. Oh, and his voice was like honey with a British accent. Funny I didn't swoon, maybe something is wrong with me because you heard that accents are attractive,

MICHAEL "So you are the twerp my sister had been seeing," Jacob said and stared at me intently. His intense green eyes looked through the veil of his eyelashes and bored into mine. I suddenly felt a shiver running down my spine. I shifted my feet and looked him up and down in silence. I needed to assess him and see what I was dealing with. He was slightly taller than me. He had a strong, well-defined jaw and a sharp nose. His messy black hair was scattered over his forehead and went past his ears but was not quite long enough to touch his shoulders.

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.”

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

"Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!" Jacob's eyes narrowed at me. I could see his brain working I lowered my voice, my face solemn. "Okay. Jacob, listen. I have to tell you something." He tensitated, clearly bracing himself. “What exactly is going on yuyu ? Your acting way weirder than usual and why are you wearing a wig?” His face was a mask of confusion. I gulped. My palms were sweating. This was it. No lies. No bull-shit explanations. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.