Novel & Cerita Jakob Norrgård

A stray tear rolled down my cheek. He chuckled but the sound held no humor. It was pure evil and had every hair on my body standing on end, "As much as you fucked up, you're still an asset. You have an eye for design. That's why you'll be assisting Jaxon with his design." Using the pads of my fingers to brush away my fallen tears, I whipped my head toward Gunnar who had an award-winning grin on his stupid face, "I can't do that. I'm not qualified and..."

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”

“My day has been going really bad so I don’t think this is the greatest time to ask for my forgiveness.” Despite my cold demeanor to our conversation, Nothing dropped Doria’s high spirits. I arrived at the parking lot, jumped into the back of my car and instructed the driver to leave for Sica Enterprises. I was tardy for work. As the car went on its journey, I got to learn why Doria was so bubbly. “Well, your sour dough attitude is sure to disappear when you hear this;” “What?” I inquired, out of bored curiosity. “I’m back Nik! I’m back in Greece!” Well, she was right about one thing…

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The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

Jacob looked at me in confusion. “Okay, but what is going on? What happened at the meeting today?” I hate it when he questions me. “That’s my business, but let’s just say that within a month we will probably be going to war with Joseph and we will need everyone we have.” He must have seen the look in my eyes because he didn’t ask any other questions. He just got on the phone and called Jordan. “Jacob, have Jordan ship me my bike.” He just nodded. Once he was done he walked back over to me.

Two sandwiches and a bowl of chili later, and I was full. Another wolf entered. He was very tall, probably six and a half feet. He had long blonde hair. Although not as muscular as either Alpha, he was clearly a powerful wolf. I noticed that Talia looked up at him but then blushed and looked away. I gave her a questioning look, but she quickly turned away from me. “Harley, this is Anders’ Beta, Neil.” He held out his hand and I took it, shaking his hand.

A deep voice husked and her eyes shot straight to meet with jade green ones and she tensed up. The guy was now facing her as he lazily leaned against the slab. She was taken off-guard by his looks. He appears to be a complete replica of Rasmus. His height and build were the same, massive, and impressive as Rasmus, but this guy has jade green eyes, so cold and cruel. There was a tribal tattoo starting from the left of his neck and disappearing into his grey T which aligned with his muscular body like a second skin, she noticed the words tattooed on the knuckles of his left hand.

I shook my head, nervously and shaken. James and I are the lead wolves here. He is called alpha 1; and I, alpha 2; Caleb, is Beta 1; and Miranda, my close friend is Beta 2. Jazzy is our only gamma and our chem wiz. We have a group of about twenty of us. There were two other groups, but unfortunately, they have come up to be outnumbered drastically over the years. Most of the members of the other groups have long died. Making them merge with the other groups.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.