Twilight Breaking Dawn Jacob Novels & Stories

The air was crisp with the promise of dawn as Jake tightened his leather armor, preparing for the hunt. His eyes held a mix of worry and determination, the lines of tension etched into his face deepening as he turned to me. I stood in the doorway of our room, arms crossed, pretending to be calm. "You don’t have to do this alone," I said softly. Jake stepped closer, his presence grounding. "This is something I need to do. Jacob is my responsibility, Prisca. He’s done enough damage, and it’s time I put an end to it."

He nods, then leans forward and presses his forehead against mine, exhaling softly. “You were incredible today,” he whispers. “Even when it hurt. Especially then.” “I didn’t do anything.” “You stood beside me.” I close my eyes. “He looked at you like you broke him.” “I did,” Jacob says, not flinching. “But not in the way you’re thinking. And it wasn’t because of you. Tyler was a chapter that ended a long time ago. You’re the first page of what came next.” I smile faintly. “That was almost poetic. Proud of you.”

Tara nodded, and they walked side by side toward the stables. Joe watched their retreating figures, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “They look like a perfect match.” Jack smirked. “He’s barely good enough for my sister.” As they reached the stables, Tara lowered her voice, glancing at Hunter. “Do you still want to marry me?” Hunter’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Of course. Do you not want to marry me?” Tara hesitated, her words faltering. “I do, but… after how we met…”

He hesitated, his cold eyes searching mine, but I held his gaze until he turned and walked out. The moment the door closed, I collapsed onto the bed, silent tears sliding down my cheeks. My wolf howled in agony, but I made her a promise: no one, not even Damon Lockwood, would ever break us again. I give you my word…

As Jake walked across the yard standing on the steps of the porch his heart was pounding and his mind was spinning. His heart was booming in his chest as he stared out at the door watching it slowly creak open and the Dracula theme song played in the back of his mind as he watched the warm angelic beauty of Pete come into view. He forced himself to keep a pleasant mask on his face as he watched his features shift to a pale white face with soulless red eyes that were locked not on him but the blood that was flowing in his veins “Jacob, Connor, and Glory are upstairs last doors on the right” His voice is husky and weary.

I trailed off. She was looking at me curiously, “but what?’ “But like he was keeping his cool. They didn’t seem like friends or close, at all. I was just wondering who he could be because I don’t want to cause any trouble,” I laughed anxiously. “Oh no dear, you won’t cause any trouble don’t worry. Um Jacob,” she licked her lips, “Jacob Campbell is the only son of Alpha Christophe Campbell of the Shadow Walkers pack,” she went slow and muttered each word clearly for me to understand.

I didn’t even know if I’d be able to drive home in this state. I practically crawled my way over to Jack’s room—or what I had remembered was Jack’s room and knocked on the door. “Coming,” I heard Jack’s groggy voice on the other side of the door. Okay, so I had remembered his room correctly. He opened the door for me, and I went in, falling over on his couch. “Fuck, man, I thought werewolves weren’t supposed to get hangovers!” I moaned. “Yeah, it’s pretty fucking bad,” he agreed.

she whispered, sobbing into her mother’s shoulder. “We’re not that easy to kill, sweetheart,” Thomas chuckled softly, brushing her hair from her face. “We’ve still got fight in these bones.” “Oh, so that’s where she gets it from,” Jacob suddenly chimed in, drawing all eyes to him. He rose from his seat, his presence unmistakable, powerful, confident, and a little too charming. “I’m glad you’re both safe,” he said, striding forward and extending a hand. “I’m Jacob Frost. Your daughter’s fated mate.”

He radiated warmth unlike some people. A slow song plays in the background, the stranger places one of his hands on her waist and the other one takes her hand in his as the both sway side to side. "Who are you?" Jade asks him out of curiosity, here she was dancing with a stranger whose name she didn't even know in the first place. "Ahhh, where are my manners. I'm Jacob Black, Alpha to The Deep Shallow Pack." Jade's mouth drops open, now that she was aware about it she could feel the power he emitted, but it wasn't too intimidating unlike Adryan's.

Voicemail. Again. I stomp my foot. “Unbelievable. I swear I’ll throw my phone at him when he arrives.” A group of girls passes, giggling like a pack of hyenas. I almost roll my eyes…until I hear: “Omg, Jacob in Twilight is so hot.” “So hot? Girl, he is fire. I would give my left leg to date a werewolf like him.” “Same! He’s hot and dangerous. I love it.” I look up, fighting the urge to laugh. Girls are so dramatic.