Jacob Black Father Novels & Stories

“This has nothing to do with her. Leave her out of this.” Ariana flinched. Jake didn’t back down. But then—Mr. Blackwell stood, and before I could process it—his fist flew right into Jake’s face. The sound cracked through the room. “YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!” he roared. “Is this how you’re gonna pay me for raising you?! I should’ve killed you the moment you were born!” I gasped. My legs nearly gave out. Those words—they shattered something inside me. How can a father say that about his own son?

my father said with a serious face, and I raised a brow and asked him, "Who is Luke?" "Steven, don't tell me you aren't aware of Mavin White... He's Luke's son and Charlie White's grandson," Father said with a more deadly look on his face. As Dad is a black-skinned man, but Mom... She's as beautiful as Thelma, making them an interracial couple.

At this moment, Avery’s humble eyes were as persistent as her own. “But Daddy regrets it," Jake revealed a look of affection. He knew about Blake and that pianist's gossip, so he just turned a blind eye. Blake was young, and regardless of his family background or ability, he was one in a million. He had been pressured into agreeing to their marriage, and now he regretted it.

Detective Murphy cleared his throat, “Mrs. Rodgers, we’ve dug deep into Jake’s past. The kid’s got a humble background. Born and brought up away in a hill town, tucked away from the mainland, mother died at childbirth,father was alcoholic and abusive. He worked his way up in showbiz with no connections or godfather to speak of. It’s pretty impressive, really.” Elizabeth’s expression darkened. The thought of her daughter associating with someone from such a low-class background made her blood boil. “Humble background? Is that supposed to impress me? I don’t want my daughter anywhere near someone like him.” Detective Hardy shifted nervously, exchanging a glance with Murphy. “Well, there is one

How could he possibly switch from not wanting to speak with her to such hopefulness. "Your father asked that you come to meet him in the office," she said, trying to sound as solemn as she could. "He wants to spend some time with you,” she added. Jake's eyes lit up at the mention of his father, and he looked up at Brittany with interest. He hadn't really had time with his new father, Alex, and he missed his real father, Damien. Megan had told him that Damien was his father, but Alex had taken him away, and now Jake was confused.

He was the father of my child and he’d made love to me so hotly I was surprised my sheets hadn’t gone up in flames but I didn’t have any rights to him. “He’s Jacob’s father,” I simply said. I didn’t know what else to add to that. “Yummy, you haven’t mentioned Jacob’s father before. Does he live out of town?” the woman asked, with too much interest. “We just lost touch for some years but I don’t think he’s going to want to be away from Jacob anymore,” I said.

The man who stood in that bedroom disappears. *** I sit in my leather chair and take out a cigar, lighting it slowly. The first drag burns deep in my lungs. Smoke curls into the air, thick and slow. Andrew stands near the door, silent as always. “Any more information on Blake Jordan?” I ask without looking at him. “Yes, Boss.” His voice is steady. “His father holds significant influence in the government sector. One of the most powerful and protected men in the country.” I lean back in my chair.

"My dad had an older brother. I don't know much about him but he got involved with the Blackwoods, either Christian's father or maybe even his grandfather. My dad doesn't speak much about him, but he blames the Blackwoods for all the shit in this world. When I asked how he could take the offer he just said that he saw something different in Christian. My dad has a bad habit of seeing good in people when it is not really there though." "Wow! It seems the Blackwoods really do have a foot in everyone's life. I'm sorry you guys got dragged into this and now you will lose your company because of me. I can't talk to him again though. He can't know about Darien and I can't let him back in my life.

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY~ BLAKE’S POV There is a pause between us. Jacob slowly walks to the side sofa and drops into it, his body heavy like the weight of the past hours is finally crushing him. His fingers rub together anxiously as he stares down at the carpet. “The truth is…” he says after a moment, his voice low, tired. “I don’t actually know where my parents are.” I straighten slightly against the wall but keep my face neutral.

Kenzo hurried home so he could freshen up before heading for the office. But he wanted to see his father. He walked into his father's room after knocking on the door. A manly voice came out from inside the room Come in and that was the voice of Mr. Robert Black father to Kenzo Black. Kenzo open the door and stood by the door he greeted with a bow. "Father" making his father humphed, shooting him a mock disgusting look. "What woman grazed your bed last night, rascal," Mr. Black asked his son?"