Jacob Ward Nude Novels & Stories

When Percy Blackwell, the enigmatic son of a billionaire, lands in a private prison ward for murder, he’s untouchable, charismatic, dangerous, and entirely unapologetic. Nothing matters to him… except the woman who’s been assigned to guard him. Isla Soren thrives on control. A seasoned prison officer, she’s used to keeping chaos in check, until Percy tests every rule, every limit, and every restraint she’s ever held. In a place where intimacy is forbidden, every stolen glance, every tense conversation, and every quiet act of defiance sparks a dangerous obsession. Their affair is a game of power and desire, each willing to bend rules and break boundaries for the other. But in a world where secrets and lies can cost lives, love comes at a price. Discovery is way more dangerous than all the fun had. And when Percy escapes, leaving Isla to face the consequences alone, she realizes the stakes are far higher than either of them imagined. Dark, addictive, and irresistibly forbidden, Bound and Tamed is a slow-burn romance that will leave you breathless.

Twenty-two year old Lorena, who had been living in secret at her parents' house with no contact with the outside world, suddenly finds herself in the arms of Andrew Sanchez, the ruthless son of Jacob Sanchez, a loan shark and king of the underworld, as collateral for her father's loan. As she breaks out of her life long bondage, she begins to discover secrets about who she really was, who her parents actually were, and a twin sister she never knew existed. And more than that, she realizes that fate had brought her to the man she saved years ago when she snuck out to explore the world. But, the world isn't as rosy as she pictured and soon, she realizes that her life was in danger amongst her new family. She teams up with her cop twin to uncover secrets surrounding her stepmother and stepbrother who would do anything to inherit the family wealth.

After transmigrating through three novels in a row, the hardest thing I ever suffer through is drinking iced long black. But when I open my eyes again, I somehow become the pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel. Just as I debate whether to file a complaint against the system, the trembling system hurriedly explains something to me. Although this is a trashy romance novel, it is also an unfinished abandoned novel. I ask, "So you're saying I decide how the story develops?" The system replied, "Yes. Everything is completely under your control." Satisfied, I lazily stretch and begin checking the original Jacob's background. He has a trillionaire father and a billionaire mother. On top of that, he has seven rich and beautiful older sisters. With such a ridiculously overpowered setup, how can he go around simping for a broke college girl with no money? What a complete waste!

My husband, Mark Thompson, and I went hiking. After eating some wild berries I picked, he was poisoned and died. When I got home, a woman named Sarah Miller and her son, Tommy Miller, showed up at my door. It turned out Mark had given them our house and car. On top of that, he owed them a huge amount of money. I ended up giving them all the savings I had. To care for my sick mother-in-law, Judith Thompson, I worked three jobs. I was surviving on basic meals like bread and butter. After years of exhausting work, I collapsed in the hospital. Judith told the doctors to stop my treatment. Just as I was about to die, Mark walked into the ward with Sarah and Tommy in his arms. He tossed five dollars at me. “Thanks for taking care of my mom all these years.” That was when I realized Mark had faked his death just to be with Sarah and their love child. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day we went hiking together.

After an unexpected miscarriage, I left my ward in search of Victor. I saw him inside the doctor’s office. Just as I was about to knock on the door, I overheard their conversation. “Give my wife a hysterectomy. I don’t need her to bear me any children.” Victor Gayes pulled the woman beside him to face the doctor, his hand rubbing her belly. “The baby inside her belly will be my only child. You must protect it no matter what.” I knew the woman very well. She was Victor’s secretary of three years, Rachel Aniston. Victor reminded the doctor again and again, sternly and anxiously. “You have to give her the best medicine. I won’t allow anything to go wrong with this baby!” I pulled my hand back, all my blood running cold. To think Victor would do something so heartless to me, just after I lost our baby. To think my faith in him would become a dagger, stabbed straight into my heart. If love had another face, it would probably be letting these feelings go with a smile.

In the fifth year of being locked up in a psychiatric hospital, my husband, Cole Foster, finally agrees to discharge me. But when the ward door is opened, I see multiple cameras aiming at me. "Congratulations, Ms. Lawson. The five-year reality show in the psychiatric hospital has officially come to an end!" R-Reality show? I look thunderstruck by the news. At that moment, Cole, who's supposed to sweep me into a hug, shows up. He says calmly, "Joanna, this is a reality show that Natalie has planned. You're just a trial subject whom I've chosen to help her record this show." 300 million people have participated in the voting session. Just like that, Natalie Jackman becomes the most popular director in the reality show world. Meanwhile, I've gotten electrocuted to the point I keep shuddering violently. It's a norm for me to drool subconsciously and go into lapses of haziness from time to time. Cole personally unlocks the handcuffs that have bound me for the past five years. "Now that the show is over, you may go home."

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"

They said Omegas like me were meant to be weak. Disposable. Forgettable. Rylan Ward—my fated mate and heir to the Blackridge Pack—made sure everyone believed that when he rejected me for my own twin sister. He mocked my body, chained me to him with blackmail, and called me nothing but his whore. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. The night I broke, I met them—Soren and Kieran Duskbane, the powerful Moon Eclipse princes. One called me beautiful. The other saw me as prey. Together, they turned my world upside down. Now Mirena, my perfect sister, has her sights set on seducing them too. And Rylan, the mate who once threw me away, can’t stop crawling back to me. So I’ll burn them all with the same fire they lit in me. I’ll seduce. I’ll destroy. And when they’re all on their knees, they’ll finally learn the truth: An Omega is never powerless—especially the one who has nothing to lose anymore.

Three years ago, my father sent me to Damian’s side. Every day is a battle of wits with that cold, ruthless Alpha. Every night, I lose myself in his arms. I think… I've finally found the love I am destined for. I was so happy, so sure of our future, that I started planning our bonding ceremony. Until Clara showed up. By then, I realized just how naive I had been. For Clara, Damian locked me away in the isolation cell to teach me a lesson. He spent millions on her without a second thought, but left me alone in a hospital ward unconscious for seven hours. When it came down to life and death, he never hesitated to choose Clara, leaving me bleeding on the ground. The most ironic part? When I finally gave up and walked away, he lost his mind. He started insisting that I am his mate, his one true love. Damian, you're too late.

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.