Jacob Twilight Novels & Stories

She figured that he must have wanted Tristian Reyes’s contact. Without wasting any time, Jacob typed the numbers into his phone and called Tristian. The phone rang four times before he heard a click. “Tristian Reyes speaking. How can I help you?” Tristian’s voice carried an aura like no other, and even a man like Jacob couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Jacob cleared his throat, adjusted his tie and spoke. “This is Jacob Wades from the Wades family.” He said, hoping to get some recognition with his family 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.

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.

"I think you know that phrase much better than I do, Mr. Ethan. Considering that you have lived longer than me and have served as a royal advisor when His Majesty's grandmother was still alive." Daniel turned to Ethan, whose face turned as pale as a ghost. "Is that true, Ethan? I thought you were very sure with your answer before." Ethan hit the table, pointing his index finger at Jacob full of anger, to which Jacob casually replied. “Do you know that what you said just now was a lie!? How dare you deceive His Majesty with your fake statement!?" Several other officials also began to blame Jacob, cursing the man. "Co-Could I express my opinion too?" asked Mitchell nervously.

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?"

(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

The organization that would erase Twilight from existence. Jake had spent years pulling strings in the shadows, manipulating every key player in Twilight’s downfall. He had Victor under his thumb, Raoul feeding him Raja’s every move, and an entire network of stakeholders already shifting their loyalty toward ATARDECIDIDA. But none of it would matter if Oliver still had Raja. Because as long as Raja was alive, Oliver had a future. Jake wouldn’t let that happen. So he took the last necessary step. He tattled to Oliver himself about Raja's toy living in their headquarters.

“Good. Just give me some time to process it all. After all, it’s not every day you realize that Twilight is actually real! And Jacob was my favorite, anyway.” This caused both women to burst out in laughter and cackle like lunatics. Claire wrapped Quinn in an almost bone-crushing embrace. “I’m so glad you know now.” Tears were on the verge of streaming down her face when the office door creaked open. They looked up to find a pale-faced man with brown hair and hauntingly narrowed hazel eyes almost glaring at them. “I’m sorry to interrupt this tender moment,” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “But would either of you know where I could find Claire Taylor?”

Sister Gwen was still captured in his dark spell, unable to pull away from his handsome, stoic face. “Forgive Sister Gwen. I understand that our meeting place is… inappropriate, but I really wanted to thank her.” “Of- Of course. Your thanks are well appreciated. God bless you, Brother…” “Jacob,” he completed, his own name like sinful silk on his dark voice. “Jacob West.” “Brother Jacob. Yes… Uhmm… Sister Yasmin has some… uhmm… duties to attend to.” “I understand.–” He met my gaze and my heart skipped a beat, my body trembled and hummed at the same time.

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