Karl Jacobs Novels & Stories

She purposely stood behind everyone when the bald man made his announcement, but the bald man finally noticed her even though she had tried to shrink her body. “You have to go to the party no matter what, Mrs. Brooks,” Karl said firmly while continuing to stare at her. “I've given you enough time to rest, right? So, if you still respect me, and if you still want me to give you big projects in the future, you must not miss tonight's party.” Karl continued to smile as if he were an angel, but in Jessica's eyes, he was nothing more than an angel of death who wanted to snatch her soul from her body.

“Maybe use your brain instead. Look at your brother lying there weak… Or perhaps your body wasn’t enough, so you sold your brain too?” Karl’s face twisted at her words, eyes bloodshot. “This place stinks. I need some fresh air,” he muttered, spinning on his heel. --- “Was she fed a Python in childhood or what?! She's full of poison, Goddamn it!" Karl sneered, finally letting out his irritation. His attention suddenly snapped to a figure retreating. A tall, commanding man in a doctor’s coat. Even at a distance, Karl’s eyes recognized the sharp jawline, the composed stance, and the controlled gait.

Jacob cleared her throat behind me to snatch my attention, which he successfully did. “Let’s go. I can’t believe I’m failing a mission for the first time just because my subject took so damn long to shower.” “It’s okay. I’m sure Jupiter will you give you a pass,” I laughingly tapped his shoulder as we glided our way to the resort’s parking lot. Jacob own a black Karlmann King SUV. I stopped to admire the car’s exterior design because it looks so damn fine, and obviously expensive! “Wow! How much is this car?”

Kane leaned heavily against the wall, gripping my crystal so tightly it trembled in his hand. Suddenly, it lit up again. I glanced over—it was Karl. My third elder brother. Karl, the genius werewolf doctor with eyes as sharp as moonlit blades, could identify any herb by scent alone. Just four days ago, I had found him a rare moonwart, a plant he had searched tirelessly for—hoping to ease the suffering of pack members during the full moon.

Karl is by my side before Zeus even made it. "Oh, guys, this is my husband karl. Karl these are my friends Abriana and Jakob." I introduced then to each other while Zeus finally made his way to us. As soon as Abriana sees him, she cleared her throat. "Oh goodness. Mr. Thompson, I'm a huge fan of your products and i use them everyday. I don't have a single makeup product that doesn't have your initials on them..." "Alright Love. Easy." Jakob teased Abriana, earning himself a mini glare. Her fiance raised his hands from the wheelchair in surrender.

I ask, hoping for some sort of clarification. Karl takes a moment to gather his thoughts. “He specializes in alternative medicine and unconventional treatments. He believes in the power of the natural world and ancient remedies.” My skepticism must be evident on my face when I turn to level him with a stern gaze. It’s unlike Karl to believe in homeopathic medicine. He needs hard facts and science if he’s going to believe anything. “So, what makes you think he can help me?” I ask. “Why do you, of all people, believe in these… ancient remedies of his?”

While walking toward the elevator, Karl said, “Tell him to meet me in my office.” “Understood.” Less than 10 minutes after Karl entered his office, Aaron brought a man in. The man was less than 170 centimeters tall. He was on the thinner side and wore a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, making him seem rather prudent. Karl waved at Aaron, who left the office after that. “Do you know me?” Karl crossed his legs and asked. The man nodded. “You’re Karl Burt.” “Do you remember my brother buying something from you for 10 thousand dollars last year?”

Chris and I continued to chat back and forth like giddy school girls. Dr. Karlsson was a world famous mathematician and he was a very big deal, he was in his 80’s, and very curt. He did not take kindly to anyone questioning his work, but he was a genius and anyone who questioned his work deserved his ridicule. He was definitely the Einstein of his time. He didn't take very many meetings with people, he was nearly impossible to get in touch with from what I’d heard. “Wait, how the hell did you manage to even get a meeting,” I questioned.

“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.”

" Karl's thick choice appear beside us, he had his arms folded and his gaze directly on Jake, he places his arms on my waist and pull me close to his body in a possessive hold, he stared at Jake like if given the opportunity he'd rip his head apart. "That depends on how you act from now on, wolverine." Jake sounds like it was a challenge more than an actual conversation, Karl's hands are still wrapped around my waist protectively. "I am in full support of what Jake said." I smirk and Jake winks at me before patting my head slowly. Karl scoffs but it comes out more like an actual warning, "So tell me, Jake, who exactly do you want your grave to be next to huh? King Solomon or queen of Scotlan