Novel & Cerita 1000 Ways To Die Jake N Baked

“What are they?” “They are part of my experiment.” Jake replied. I gasped, “E—Experiment?” “You know…my crazy experiment.” He said. Then suddenly we walked inside, there’s strict and tight security inside the area and I was not feeling comfortable in here. I saw a woman crying inside the room, and she was holding a dead infant. I glanced at Jake, “Jake! What the fuck is this?” Jake smiled at me. “These pregnant women is part of my experiment. I want a baby, and I put all my venom to them in order to conceive an heir. But none of them was successful, they end up killing my baby before it was born.”

I didn't receive any messages or notifications that my follow request had been approved. I sat down and looked at myself in a handheld mirror. I watched as the numbers above my head slowly counted down. I had three hours to go. I wanted them to be with me on my last day in this life; I wanted to know how they would react when I died. Maybe they would be pleasantly surprised—no one cared about my life or death, after all. They were my family, but they despised me with every fiber of their being. I brought the food to the table and waited. Some oil had splashed onto my hand while cooking, and it hurt. It didn't take away from my excitement, though.

“I’d rather die.” Leon laughed. “Careful. That can be arranged.” At dawn, she found the gardener’s shed. Tucked beneath a rusted trowel was a burner phone—Jake’s final gift before he’d vanished. Her thumb hovered over the only number saved in it. *“I can help you disappear.”* The line rang once. Twice. “Stephanie?” Jake’s voice was gravel, edged with urgency. “You’re ready?” Her gaze drifted to the mansion, its windows glowing like watchful eyes. “What’s the cost?”

We hugged. A tear glistened in her eye. She swatted at it. “You're in my way,” she shooshed me aside. “I'm trying to make dinner.” “What do we do with the body?” Jules asked. We all turned to him. It was an odd question. “The body outside?” he said. “Jake's body?” “I'll bury him in the backyard,” Johnson said. And none of us said anything more about Jake. We sat down to dinner. We served it family style, right from the pot. The air was light, the atmosphere warm. We had been through so much.

“Again.” I swallowed. “Please. Let him go. Take me instead.” Jake made a wrecked sound—something between a sob and a whimper. His cock jerked hard in Nate’s grip, another fat drop sliding free. Nate studied me for a long beat. Then he leaned in, lips brushing Jake’s temple. “You hear that, baby? Your killer’s begging for you.” He gave Jake’s shaft one more brutal tug. “Maybe I should let him watch me fuck you first. Stretch this tight little hole while you cry his name. See how long it takes before he breaks.”

“And Li, don’t you dare try to hold back your screams because I love that shit.” Jake, what are you doing? What is that? Oh, this? “This, my dear, is my old childhood baseball bat.” I’m going to use it to beat that fucking rejection out of you. Sweet isn’t it, my mate. If this is what you take pleasure in, then you're more of a sick fuck than we all thought! I cannot wait until karma comes and personally fucks you in your ass. You see, Jake, I know something you don’t know, something that is going to kill you.

“What if I do?” she asked. Jake chuckled and replied, “Then, I’ll be the sacrifice. Remember to bring flowers to my grave when that happens.” This was a covert answer to her last question. She raised her brows in shock, then surveyed him carefully and slowly shook her head. “Doesn’t look like it.” That statement had come out from nowhere, but Jake understood. He sniggered. “Because those who look like it are already dead.”

said Jake with great emphasis. "Just say it, hurry up!" cried Patrick Smith nervously. "Is it true that you poisoned Dave Carter and forced him to bet on illegal bets?" "What kind of question is that?" complained Patrick Smith. "Wrong answer," said Jake. Beeps! There was the sound of a digital button, and the pool of blood in the glass cage increased. "Do you want your child to drown in a pool of blood, and then I release it to be food for the sharks?" Jake asked dryly.

He walked out of the door without waiting for my response, I guess this is my life now. My phone kept vibrating in my bag. It was Laurel's call. Damn, I was supposed to call Laurel since she kept blowing up my phone. “Hey girl, I have been so occ…” “Jake is dead.” “Jake is what??” I wanted to be sure that I heard. “You heard me right, your blackmailer ex-boyfriend has gone to hell just as it should be.” She laughed heartily. “Oh dear, it was a real awful one, his battered body was found in the dumpster at the gambling den where he spent most of his time and money that he does not have. His limbs were cut off too.” She seemed to be having fun.

I couldn't give him that life but Heidi could. "I'm afraid that once Dane woke up you won't be here", said Jake. "What?", I asked him shocked. How did he know? "I meant that you would turn into dust like deaths shown in marvel movies", said Jake. "I don't watch those movies so I won't understand that reference", I said with a smirk. "You look like the health care workers during the time of covid though I appreciate their work the suit is reminding me of the apocalyptic days", said Jake as a joke.