Novel & Cerita Renesmee Jacob Book

In just a blink of an eye, Renesmee twisted the old man's neck before plunging her nails into his chest. "A coincidence, I must say! Wars shall begin then…! •••

I could feel it coiling tight in my chest, a wolf roaring behind my ribs, claws scraping at the cage of my restraint. I didn’t even know why I was here. The meeting had no business for me beyond procedure; yet I stood at the far edge, eyes locked on Zeva as she moved among the pack members. The girl walked like she had no clue she was meant to be untouchable. Her red hair caught the torchlight, glinting like fire against the muted greys and browns of the hall. And then he spoke. Jacob. He leaned toward her, voice just above polite conversation, warm and smooth. “Your hands are cold. That’s… surprising. I thought someone who fights so hard would burn hot like fire.”

Book logic. As she approached the table, Deja finally got a good look at Ren as he stood to greet her. She nearly stumbled in her heels. Ren was not just tall and handsome, he was the kind of tall and handsome that made people whisper when he walked by. His dark hair was slicked back, showcasing high cheekbones that could cut glass, and his eyes—oh those eyes—were deep and mysterious, like the ocean at midnight. He wore a tailored suit that hugged his broad shoulders and tapered waist, looking like a romance novel hero plucked from the pages and placed into the real world. DAMN. He looks like a K-POP STAR! Deja thought, her inner voice practically screaming. I ain't gonna lie, HE IS FINE. Fi

Ivy The house that supposedly belongs to Jake is nothing like I expected. I don’t know why, but I honestly thought he lived in a dark, scary castle with dead trees around it, not a beautiful mansion with a gorgeous, although neglected, garden. This is really shocking. I keep a tight hold on Ren’s hand as he leads towards the house, trying my best to not cringe when the men guarding the front door bow in greeting. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this. Whenever Ren and I meet some wolves, they immediately bow down to us. It makes me really uncomfortable and embarrassed.

At first, we were just confiding friends, but we've been friends ever since. Renesmee is not a gentle person. The blood of the British nobility runs through her body. The strict rules of a noble family have molded her into a tough woman. She fled to America to pursue her dreams, study law, and succeed as a lawyer. “Someday, one of us might get married. I hope you won't forget me,” Renesmee said as she lay down beside me. I stared out the window, following the flight of butterflies that reminded me of the tattoo on my chest. “I can't promise, but I will definitely not forget you. I'm not the kind of person who forgets kindness easily.”

"He went and imprinted on Redminionme, and she's just a baby!" "You mean Renesmee?" Ruth-Ann laughed, the sound bright and nervous. "Such a weird and stupid name." "I find it cute and unique." "Well, at least it wasn't a boy." "Why?" she asked, leaning in slightly, drawn to his heat despite her shyness. "Because she was going to name the boy Edward Jacob," Ryder hissed, shaking his head. "Like after her husband and her kinda-sorta ex. Can you imagine the therapy that kid would need?"

Ember squinted her eyes, “We were being stealthy. How did you get us?” Jacob looked at her flatly. “Stealthy? Really?” He pointed at Piper’s book. “Your book is upside down.” Then he pointed at Ember. “And Ember, I can hear you breathing from a mile away.” “Hey!” Ember gasped in offense. “How do you even know who I am?” Jacob blinked, suddenly stiffening. His face turned slightly red. “There are… rumors about you too,” he muttered awkwardly. “What?!” Ember’s outrage shook the table.

Several Weeks Later Jasper slowly eased his body onto its side. Mimicking sleep, he intently listened to the conversation between a young woman named, Cora, and the old nurse he’d heard called both Bess and Smithfield. He’d assumed that her true name was Elizabeth Smithfield with Bess being the nick name for Elizabeth, but names were funny things. He’d noticed the increasing pattern of nick names or abbreviated names being given to children at birth by parents wanting to be different. Therefore, he could have been incorrect on that assumption.

"Why do you think she brought the book to me?" "That is strange. I don't know. The book..." She blinked. The empty book suddenly began to show some write-up. Jasmine stared at it strangely and she gasped. "I-i... I-i think it is the great book of the witches" she announced. Ryan stood up promptly and walked up to Jasmine. He stared at the book but could not see a thing. "Are you saying this book here is the great book of the witches? The one Stella and Rachel talked about?"

“What medicine? That girl’s tough. She’ll survive. I need that money for something urgent. I found a sure-win investment recently. When I make my profit, I will pay back ten times what I owe and get her treated then.” The recording ended there. Renee stared at Jacob. Her eyes were fierce. “So, this was what you meant by taking care of your family?” Her body shook with rage. My lips curled into a sneer. Renee was only angry for herself. For all these years, she had failed to see Jacob for what he really was and had let him play her for a fool. I did not feel sorry for her at all. The truth had been laid bare in front of her.