Novel & Cerita 1090 Jake Age

Something I really should have thought about before I started making out with him and sneaking off into his truck. “Jake, how old are you?” He turns his head slightly, eyebrow raised. “Why?” I shrug, trying to look casual. “Just wondering.” There’s a pause, then—“Nineteen.” I blink. Oh. Not bad. Not bad at all. I mean, yeah, I’m technically twenty and in my second year of university, but a year’s difference is nothing. It could’ve been worse. I let out a slow breath, keeping my expression neutral. “Cool.”

"I promise you it is not my fault I am this late." She looked up at me but continued doing her push-ups "91,92,93,94,95,96,97,98,99,100!" She counted then stood up, "That is how late you are...Jake wouldn't let you leave his bed?" she asked winking her left eye. I laughed sarcastically "If only that was the case, he wouldn't let me leave the house just because...long story cut short . Jake is keeping a few things from me and I am not happy about us having secrets between us after everything we went through."

My heart leaped with joy and I almost hugged him. "Thank you Jake. You do not know how much this means to me." "Anything for you baby girl." I smirked when he called me that. He stood up to leave. "Jake?." I called and he turned. "How old are you?" I asked. His eyes raised at me, and he looked amused. "359 years old." I wasn't shocked to hear that. "What were you doing in high school?. It's past your age." He cackled.

And, I’ve changed a lot! I guess Jake could tell my mood changed, lined up three more shots, and commented, “You know you’re handsome, I mean you’re the most sexiest man I’ve seen. Don't worry there's a woman for you. If you’re not very young yet, I’m all for you and let’s be honest. There wouldn’t really be any competition for me,” he gives me a wink. Jake was only 20, that bastard especially since he’s a werewolf who has looked 18 for the past three years. I'll admit he's handsome too but I don't really like him. He had gages and tattoos and had holes, which I went through, but I liked the woman who craved for me, who loved me as what I am.

“Jake's father ?” Dr Connery nodded. “Jake was about 10 when the first symptoms started to show. They were mild and far between and typically, only the family noticed them. Jake had an older sister, Naika, she was three years older than him. Then there was Jerry, his younger brother. The kids simply did their best to stay out of his way back then, thinking it would get better. It didn't, it just got worse. Poor Jake and his siblings slowly watched the decline of their father.”

She retorted. "It's more of an adult pleasure." He grinned. "What?" She asked. "I have a feeling you'll see." He smirked. "Uh huh." She retorted. "I also owe you one for calling me an old man." Jake replied. "Well 150 is old. I mean you are 5 times my age." She replied. "Does the age bother you?" He asked. "No. As long as you can keep up." She laughed. "Oh, I assure you I can definetly keep up. Let me show you." He growled.

"What's this? holding the card and put it inside his wallet. She told him what Ace exactly said to her. Jake and her became friends since she started working for Ace, Jake thought her a lot even Ace's likes and dislikes, he was a nice person, and easy to bond with. He was born friendly that is why she loves his company. They were like best friends. He was working for Ace for almost seven years now. And he was three years older than him, he was already 37 years old and already married with a three year old son. He was like an older brother to Ace and her. She even told him her past marriage with James Mazon and he was her personal advisor.

“Okay. And how about you two? How old are you?” “I’m 11. And Jake is 9,” Tonya answered again. “How about you, Ate?” Jake suddenly asked, catching her off guard. “Huh?” “How old do you think you are?” “Ah… uhm, maybe I’m around—” She stopped mid-sentence when a sudden series of knocks echoed from the door.

We live in a small town, Montona. I entered the market, “Good morning, Mr. Jake,” “Ah! Good morning! How’s my favorite customer?” he asked. “I’m doing fine. How are you?” “I’m good and healthy,” he gave me a warm smile. Mr. Jake had lived his whole life here and he used to know my Grandma. Well he still does. He’s 57 years old with two sons and a daughter. His family is really nice. They supported us after my parents died. I wandered through the racks, searching for coke and popcorn. I paid and left. “Goodbye Mr. Jake. Have a nice day,”