1090 Jake Age Novels & Stories

“Tell me. What exactly are your intentions with Anna?” Jake blinked, a piece of potato halfway to his mouth. He laughed nervously, sensing the sudden drop in temperature. “Uh… we’re just hanging out, sir. She’s a great girl. We’re just getting to know each other.” Mark’s jaw clenched. “Hanging out. Right. And how old are you, 'just hanging out'?” “Twenty-two, sir.”

The setting of the story is New york city. Jake Gavingstone: 37 years old. Six feet, two inches tall. Jet black hair and hazel eyes. Speaks three languages, English, Spanish and Japanese. He lives alone, content in his loneliness, filling the void with his children, work, friends and family, having no time for serious relationship with women.

"How many people are in there?" Lucas sat relaxing in his limousine; he lit his second cigarette. Every smoke he exhaled showed how sick he was of this activity. In the past, Lucas had bad memories that led him to meet the man. The enemy that until this moment bothered him. They searched for each other silently, but after ten years, neither had completed it. "There are ten people!" Jake answered. He had a seam mark on his forehead; his body was more muscular than any of Lucas's men. Even so, he was the most agile for battle and was the leader in matters like this.

That he gave her goosebumps that caused desire to pool and hard in her belly. And that he wasn't all that interested in her as she was in him. That he was just in lust, while she was falling in love with him. "Jack hasn't had it easy. He lost his mom when he was thirteen and his father remarried when he was sixteen. He had a hard time adjusting to his new family and it caused some kind of rift between him and his father. He had to work really hard to get to where he is today.", Jake explained to her.

His arms instantly engulfed her in a hug as he whispered something in her ear for only her to hear, made her giggle in response. The other three girls starred them in awe. Jake was a senior. He was in the last year of university pursuing a degree in business. Whilst the girls were in their second semester. Selena and Mary were pursuing business, whereas Linda and Rosella were in the doctorate section. Jake had wavy blonde hair which was always tied in a man bun. His chocolate brown eyes were so brown that you could see your reflection in it. His body was fit due to being the captain of the basketball team.

She was panting heavily, her chest heaving as she recovered from the intense fucking she had just received from her son Jake. Jake, a strapping young man of 19, was sprawled beside her, his muscular body glistening in the dim light. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Kate's ass, squeezing the soft flesh roughly. "Fuck, Mom," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "That was incredible. I've never felt anything like it before."

I am sure he was getting irritated by now. "Grandpa, nice nickname." The man smirked at him but I think that was the most wrong thing he said to him. I smirked when I saw Jake smiling. Hunter clapped his hand when he saw him trying to get up, he just used that technique for Jake to make it faster. He remembers that Jake doesn't want to be called that way. Well, he is just 22 years old, 5 years older than us, not that old.

Amelia: It's okay. Most days. Some days are harder than others. Jake: I imagine she'd be incredibly proud of you. Amelia: You don't even know me. Jake: I've seen enough. 8:15 p.m. Amelia: Can I ask something without sounding rude? Jake: You can try. Amelia: How old are you? Jake: Thirty-one. You? Amelia: Twenty-eight. Good. You're not secretly sixty-two. Jake: Disappointed?

"The way he made two mugs of coffee this morning without being asked because he was already thinking about what I needed." Catherine sat on the edge of the bed. "Jake would never read a grief counselling manual." "Jake is twenty-two and emotionally uncomplicated. That's a feature, Cat, not a bug." "I know." Her sister smiled despite herself. Then the smile faded. "What happens now? Practically. What's the actual plan?"

he asked. I nodded. "He forgot something at home. Kids, you know." "How old is he?" My heart stopped. "He just turned eight." Jake was quiet for a moment. He looked like he was doing math in his head. I held my breath. "That's a good age," he finally said. "He's lucky to have you as a mom. You can hear how much you love him." Something in my chest cracked. Tears burned behind my eyes. "Thank you," I whispered.