Renesmee Jacob Book Novels & Stories

Mellisandrei had me enter one of the cabins, she was smirking at me, and with the way she gazed told me who was inside. It was a massive cabin, dark but massive. The air inside was thick, smelling of old-pine, woodsmoke, and a sharp, musky scent that made the hairs on my arms stand up. There, in the dim corner where the fireplace shadows didn’t quite reach, Alpha Jacob was sitting on a porch, a book was on his lap when he lifted his gaze upon me. “Your grace, Mellisandrei brought me to your cabin.” I confessed, my voice was soft that sounded like a whisper.

The way I had smiled while something inside me recoiled. I crossed the room and pulled a familiar book from the shelf. Little Women. The spine was worn. Soft. My fingers knew it without looking. I settled into the armchair near the window and opened it to a random page. I read the same paragraph three times without absorbing a word. My thoughts kept drifting. Not to the reporters. Not to the headlines that would probably follow. To Jacob. The way he had looked at me the night before, torn between want and restraint. The way his voice had changed when he admitted he was afraid of himself. The way he touched me like I was something precious, not something to be displayed.

It was the most openly affectionate Arielle had ever seen Damian with another adult. Jacob stepped back, eyes flicking to Arielle instantly, curiosity sharpening into respect. “And you must be the woman who made Damian cancel three international calls in one week,” Jacob said, offering his hand. “I’m Jacob Russo.” Arielle laughed softly despite herself as she shook it. “Arielle.” “Ah,” Jacob said. “So you’re real, Good to know.” Damian shot him a look. “Behave.” “I am behaving,” Jacob replied cheerfully. “I like her already.”

In any case, Jean could beat Jacob in terms of wisdom and strength. But Jacob wins by a short-hand with his gimmicks and swift thinking. Why am I even comparing these two when I haven't even seen them fighting? That one time it happened, I was crippling over with cramps from induced heat. "Princess? Are you awake?" Tapping my shoulder, Jacob gently calls my name. "I heard everything I needed to. If I remember correctly, there is a witch near the lake which Jean specifically mentioned not to have a connection with." Jacob raises his eyebrow at me, sitting down on the bed beside my waist.

The silence was heavier than words, and then without needing to say anything else, we were moving up the stairs, back into the warm yellow light of the library. We spread out without even speaking, the directive at this point, being second nature to us. I pulled scrolls. He reached for books. Old tomes that smelled like cedar and ink, like the past trying to breathe again. “Try spelling it R-E-N-A,” I suggested. “It could be ancient... simplified over time.” He nodded and began flipping through the index of a thick, dust-covered volume. “There’s plenty on Rena. She was mentioned as a protector wolf. Strong. Noble. Died in battle centuries ago.”

“Let her go, Jacob! Rican’s body trembled with fury. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails bit into his palms.“I’ll kill you, I swear I will do.” “Oh, you’ll try, Enrico,” Jacob said with a smirk. “But first, you’ll watch as everything you love is destroyed.” .............. To be continued

"Lena just wants to act up." If they wanted water, I would take it to them. I would walk in, put the glass down, and walk out. I would show them I wasn't broken by a pathetic phone call. I left the claustrophobic attic and went downstairs, heading straight for the kitchen. The large, stainless steel room was quiet, but not empty. Jacob was perched on a stool at the counter, completely absorbed in a sleek laptop, rows of complex coding scrolling down the screen. He was dressed in a dark, expensive silk robe that only emphasized his broad shoulders and bare, muscled forearms. The room suddenly felt very small.

I protested, but Jacob was adamant and insisted on feeding me the porridge he had prepared. When he brought the spoon near my mouth, I was forced to open my mouth because he assured me that it wouldn't take long. After I took a spoonful of the porridge, he said, “Good girl.” He gave me a book to read after he fed me my breakfast and then excused himself to take care of something important. I was curious about what he was up to as he walked away. Jacob was not someone who let go of something once he bit it, even though I only knew him for a short period of time.

She said after I’d taken it from her. I wasn't used to being cared for, especially willingly since I’ve always had maids at my beck and call so it was a bit weird that Rene was caring for me without trembling in fear or being coerced. Still skeptical, I emptied the glass of water within seconds and looked up to find Rene lowering herself to sit beside me on the floor. “Found it?” I gestured toward the huge spell book that was resting in her laps and she nodded slowly. Judging from how her face dropped while she nodded, I was certain that something was off or the spell she’d found had some inadequacies that she wasn't eager to share.

Even though it's a boring thing for humans. Jacob, the polar man. That's his nickname, not much different from Raymond. Both are cold but have different nicknames. Not in the room or public places, Jacob is always seen reading a book. Not just novels or fantasy stories, of course. Iacob is an avid reader of both fiction and non-fiction books. At school, Jacob spent all his time in the library and was nicknamed the bookworm by his two brothers. "Good morning, sir," Amelie said as she arrived at the dining room table. Amelie smiled kindly as she set down the omelet she had made.