Nate Jacobs Dad Novels & Stories

After everything that is happening, I doubt he will want to go back to the pack again. " I understand, I want to be there for my family, and the ruling will take most of my time. Dad has no one else to help him, Jace" "I am here, I just want to let Dad know first. The file was it any good?" my curiosity gets the best of me, and I can't help but ask. "It was all about Clara Jacobs, and Jason Parker. Dad is already trying to find out who they are" I don't know anything about my maternal background. It's all blank. Mum claimed she was the only child and her parents together with her grandparents died. On my paternal side though, I have both grandparents and an aunt. I don't know if they heard a

She hadn’t moved on at all as he expected. During the last five years apart, he had pictured different scenarios - Nita happily married with another man or kissing someone else. Every image had left him digging his nails into his palms until he drew blood. But now… now he looked at his son and felt the bittersweet relief of knowing she hadn’t replaced him. But right now, he picked the young man. “oh! So, he’s always with you guys because he’s your mother’s personal assistant.” “Now you get it.” Nate said, nodding. Then his face turned unexpectedly serious, with a depth unusual for his age. “I don’t know why, but my mother hates it whenever I mention my father.”

Right, sorry about the other day. "Huh?" He turned to me as I started the car. "My mom and her conclusions." "Oh, no, it's fine." He said with a smile. Okay, face your front. He is too cute. "Really?" "Yup. It's actually cool that your mom is okay with you being gay." "Yeah, she is." "And your dad?" "Dead." "Oh, I'm sorry." He said immediately, glancing at me. "No. It's fine. He actually died when we were really young, so it's not such a bad memory for me."

"My dad gave up years ago. Now I get to do whatever the fuck I want." Yeah, like trying to choke the young man with his cock. That glint in his eyes was deadly. He was lost in the drugs. "Idiot. You should be concerned. What if you don't get an inheritance?" Mathew chipped in, concerned. It was the only reason he agreed to marrying Nate anyways. His father, Mr. Montague, was a strict man-- much like Elijah's dad.

“Yes, Dad. She left… angry.” Robert’s eyes widened, disbelief washing over his face. “Angry? What do you mean she left here angry? How’s that possible? Did she get a bad phone call or something?” Jake shook his head. “No, nobody called her.” He hesitated, then continued. “About forty minutes after you left… Nathan came.” Robert frowned. “Nathan? Who’s Nathan? I don’t know him.” Before he could finish, Jake cut in. “He’s Samantha’s father.”

Uncle Jack is probably still with Aunt Mel but Nate isn't here. James must have seen my eyes wandering because he said "oh, Mom and Dad will be coming by to check on you. They came earlier but you were still sleeping after your surgery and they didn't want to disturb you. Nate went to the police station and I'm sure he'll be back soon. I know he'll be sad that he missed you waking up".

I've never seen him in my life. "I am Mark Phillips, Your dad Jacob's father. So that would make me your grandfather," he said and smiled.

"When did you find out, Sienna?" He hardly ever used my full name. When he did, it meant trouble. I drew a breath, eyes stinging. "On...my birthday." He slammed his hand on the table, grabbed his coat. "He'll be in the news, now." Oh no. "Dad...no." Before I could stand, he was already at the door. Mom moved faster — she grabbed his arm, horrified. "Jacob, no! We can't do this." "Yes, we can — or specifically, I can." His lips were a thin line. "That asshole dared to stoop that low. He should deal with the outcome."