1090 Jake Age Novels & Stories

Jake tried to smile assuringly, "I want to be better alpha than you." "That I can see," Alpha Killian rolled his eyes. "Dad," Jake held his shoulders as he attempted to keep even the flicker of a smile away from his mouth. "I am eighteen. Don't treat me like an eight year old!" Eighteen or eight years old, for a father a son would always remain a little kid. Alpha Killian tried various times but Jake always had a reply ready that won over his father and his insecurities, eventually earning him an opportunity to go with the elder to school at this hour of early morning when the sky was stygian dark and deathly still.

he looked at her with determination, and he didn’t stop smiling calmly. Gloria nodded. She was quite satisfied. Prodigy? That’s bull crap if there is no hard work. “Oh! Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself,” He said before chuckling, “Good afternoon. My name is Jacob Peterson, but everyone calls me Jake. Professor Henry probably mentioned me to you already.” “Hi Jacob, if you don’t mind me asking. How old you?” She could not help but ask instead. Jacob looked at her with joy, and her question did not disturb him at all and with a firmness that she did not expect he said, “I am 32 years old.”

JACE&AMARA: Colton - 19 years old AJ - 14 years old Jackie - 6 years old --- TYLER&CATHERINE Enzo - 17 years old (turning 18 in a few days) Summer - 17 years old (turning 18 in a few days) Autumn - 14 years old --- AUSTIN&LEXI David - 19 years old Alexis - 17 years old (turning 18 in 3 months)

I tell Jake Oh, we on nickname terms are wey okay beautiful let's go. Jake says to me. So how long have you been training for? I tell him. Since I was 14 .Jake says. Jade: What 14 well I've been going to classes since I was 16, but I'm 17, so I guess not long enough, huh? I say to Jake. Oh shit Alpha's gonna kill me. I've been hitting on his 17 year old niece, I'm dead ... Jake says.

He pulls two massive fluffy towels from a cupboard tucked away in the back so we can dry off. I feel a bit weird using them, but Jake seems really at home here. He never volunteers anything about his life prior to coming to live with Maggie, he's answered the few questions I've asked, but I suddenly wonder how much I don't know about him. "How long did you live here?" I ask as we get dressed. "Um… nearly two years I think. Yeah, I was thirteen when I came here and left just before turning sixteen, so probably a bit longer than two years." He shrugs like it's nothing but I'm filled with sadness for him.

Witches and wolves don’t get along, but what does it mean when Arla is both? Jake was very tall, and very good looking. He was nineteen years old and had close-cropped black hair and striking sea-blue eyes. He spent a lot of time training outdoors, and his skin was permanently sun-kissed as a result. And oh, the muscles. He had muscles upon muscles.

" sixteen going on thirty" Jake chuckled and my core throbbed and I got soaked in an instant. " How old is the oldest now?" " seventeen and already dating a sweet boy. Sarah is growing up way too fast now", I pouted sadly I loved kids and always wanted more but not with douchebag.

He glanced up and gave me a smile as he saw me. “Ava, hey. Sarah said you were coming over. Pizza’s almost ready.” Jake and Tyler were already on the big sectional couch, controllers in their hands, some shoot-em-up game paused on the TV. Jake was twenty-six, the oldest, gym-rat shoulders stretching his faded black tee, a short beard he’d been growing for the last year. Tyler, twenty-four, was slouched next to him — tattoos peeking from under the sleeves of his hoodie, that same cocky half-grin he’d had since high school.

My focus is shot so I slide the laptop closed and check my cell for the twentieth time. Jake’s now asleep in his seat, with headphones on, listening to his playlist before he dropped off. I smile as I recognize a song with the lyrics “Cry Baby” playing quietly even from here. Our passing of jokes song. He appears relaxed and young with a peaceful expression on that flawless face. I’ve seen him asleep a thousand times, but for some reason, right now, his face fascinates me. I forget that he’s still only in his twenties. I know he’s older than me, but still, it’s only by two years at the most. Everything he handles, things he’s capable of. I wonder if he will turn out like Carrero senior when

The Eight-Hour Drive I am twenty-one. Jake is twenty-three. We are adults, and we have spent the entire summer proving exactly how adult we can be when no one is watching. But it was wrong. There was nothing wrong with how good my stepbrother drew orgasms out of me. It was funny to think it just started with a bet.