Jacob X Edward Novels & Stories

Ronaldo spoke up, smiled, and shook Louis's hand. “Professor Edward, I've heard of your reputation for a long time. It's my pleasure to meet you now, just call me Jacob if you don't mind." Jacob slyly stood up to greet the young professor. “I thought professors would be old men, but the professor looks really young, so admirable.”

“Why do you need me?” “Because while it’s true that I can find anybody, I have to know who I'm actually looking for to begin.” Jacob seems to ruminate over the matter for some seconds, stroking his chin in an exagerrated show of critial thinking. “Alright," he finally says, "here he is.” He types on the table's virtual keyboard and immediately, the portrait photograph of a white, grey-haired man who seem to have almost reached seventy years of age pops up. “This is the most recent photograph I can find of Joseph."

I thought he would have his fingers brought to in between my legs so I waited and waited and waited… until he smirked and stood up. What the fuck did just happen… “No fucking until you’re well rested.” That was he said before he made himself busy on his royal table. The silence enveloping us inside his cabin was even more painful to hear than the noise of children shouting and screaming in the omega area. Jacob was busy opening up sealed letters, reading them, then throwing them into a trashcan. He would take a gaze at me from minute to minute. And every time he do that, I would look away and keep my eyes busy with the things that are in this cabin.

Natalie was shocked. The man in her passenger seat finally opened his eyes. His gaze was calm yet piercing. His voice was composed. "Ms. Sharp, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Edward Ford." He let out a tiny laugh. "I'm Jacob's younger brother." The words took her aback. Natalie didn't know much about Jacob, much less about a younger brother. "I don't know you." Edward's smile deepened. "I'm Matthew's adopted son, Edward. And Ophelia's brother."

He did not try to stir up trouble despite drinking so much, but he laid on the sofa and massaged his temples with a long face. Jake stopped drinking as well upon noticing Edward’s condition. He pulled out a stick of cigarette from the booth on the side. He had just lit up the cigarette when he remembered that Edward hated cigarette smoke, so he hastily extinguished it. Unexpectedly, Edward extended his hand toward him, stuck out his index finger from his fisted hand, and beckoned at him. Jake was stunned for a moment. He was caught off-guard, so he had no idea what Edward wanted to do, and he just stared at Edward absentmindedly.

Jacob cunningly started the conversation with Eden asking her to examine him as he is not feeling well. "Hello, Ms Eden," Jacob greeted entering her cabin. Eden was sitting on her chair studying a patients surgery report. She was shocked to see Jacob. She stood up from her chair and bowed him... "Hello, Mr Jacob please have a seat... how can I help you?" she courteously asked. "I am not feeling well today," Jacob said pressing his forehead. "Do you have a headache?" she asked. "Actually I am feeling very low these days, I am always very worried about my kids my princes." Jacob sadly said.

She links her hands together and rests her chin on them. "Yes, I am." I smirk, unable to help the thrill of satisfaction that runs through me knowing my presence here irritates Jenny. "Please don't start, Mom; she's only here because I knew Nana would be excited to see her." Jacob says, pulling out a chair for me. I'm about to sit, but a gravelly voice halts my actions. "It's bad enough that you dared to enter my home. But now you want to sit at my table?" Jacob's grandfather, Edward, says. He is a handsome man, in his seventies with all gray hair. His gray eyes, almost identical to Jacob's, swim with hatred.

“He’s hiding something. He always says he’s protecting Serena, that everything he does is for her safety. But now? He won’t help. He won’t fight. He won’t even speak about it.” “I don’t get it either,” Edward admitted. “Serena is his only daughter. His little girl. If someone had taken my mate, I’d be burning the world down to find her.” Jacob’s voice was tight with frustration. “You know what I think? I think Father knows something. Maybe not where she is, but who’s behind it.” “You think he’s protecting someone?” Edward’s voice dropped. Jacob didn’t answer immediately. He looked toward Alexandro, who hadn’t moved an inch. The Alpha looked carved from stone—so still, so silent, but clearly

A few years ago, Jacob had finished high school and announced that he wanted to go abroad to further his education. At first, Mr. Xander said he’d be studying accounting because he needed him to take that role in the family business he was running. The Xanders’ museum was the family’s legacy, and all of Mr. Xander’s siblings were shareholders in the business. He had also planned on handing over his position to his son one day. But just a few moments before it was time for Jacob to enter the school, he suddenly began acting reluctant. His mother noticed his reaction and questioned him.

Jacob said as I could tell he was trying not to tell me something. “Jacob why am I needed? What has happened?” I commanded him to tell me. I could hear Jacob hesitating on the other side of the line. I started to get worried. What was Jacob hesitating to tell me? It couldn’t be good. Finally, he said, “It’s your father Alpha. He’s been murdered.”