Avatar Jake Sully Novels & Stories

He waved when he spotted me. “Hey, Laura! I submitted your scanned layout to the design board. It looks amazing. You killed it.” “Thanks, Jake!” I grinned, giving him a thumbs-up. Sue’s eyes flicked to mine. “Jake?” “Jacob. I’ve known him since before I shifted to Fine Arts. Total kuya vibes,” I said. “Hmm. brother vibes, huh? But that smile he gave you? Whew. Didn’t look very brotherly. More like… N*****x smile.”

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

But we can't start anything, not yet anyway. Calm down Rey. Let's do this the right way. I reply and have to fight to push him back. “Out now” this Alpha's voice booms. “I think we are good” Jake speaks up, leaning forward so he can be seen too. “Alpha Jace I assume?” “Yeah, and who the fuck are you?” he snarls. Jake smiles “Nice to meet you, I am Beta Jake Joseph from Midnight Forest Pack.” He offers his hand. I am trying not to laugh, Jake is playing it overly polite and Alpha Jace looks completely thrown. He looks down at Jake’s hand he is offering him to shake and then looks at me.

His features were harder, weathered by years and power and something cruel lurking beneath the surface, but the resemblance was unmistakable. The family resemblance. "Alpha Sullivan of the Eastern Territories," someone murmured nearby—an identification that rippled through the hall like wind through grass. I turned toward Jake without thinking. He had gone utterly still. The color had drained from his face, leaving him pale beneath the tan he had earned through weeks of outdoor training. His hand, which had been resting casually near his weapon, now hung frozen at his side. Every head in the room turned toward him. The connection was obvious to anyone with eyes. The shape of the jaw. The set

"System." A translucent blue hologram materialized instantly. On the left was his personal status. [Name: Jake Maddox] [Race: Human] [Status: Healthy (Mild Hunger)] [Sanity: 100/100] (Note: Below 30, suicidal thoughts. Below 20, auditory hallucinations. Below 10, total madness.) [Mind: 5] (Note: Average adult value. Higher Mind = better sanity resistance and faster recovery.) [Physique: 5]

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Jake began speaking again, "So if all goes well, they get it. But if a fight breaks out, you don't give it?" "Pretty much," I replied absently, staring at the distance. Merritt and his people had shown themselves. They approached yards away. "You know, I once tore out someone's hand for touching my wife," Jake mumbled. "I didn't give it back. I still got it. Preserved. The male's already doing time in prison, so maybe I'll follow your example and mail it to-" "Shush, Beta," I said.

Ava’s POV I clenched my fists in my hands. If only Lukan hadn’t been against finishing this task, there was no way Jake was going to beat the general in this state. “There would be no last fight for you.” I cleared my throat, forcing myself to be audible enough. Jake shifted back into his human form and I averted my gaze immediately but not before I caught a glimpse of his naked body, my cheeks flaming up immediately. I hoped he didn’t see how turned on she was by him after over a year apart.

“You too, Ms. Jameson.” “Liv, please.” Sully smiled too, but didn’t say anything as he shook her hand. He was older than Mark, she guessed, and was somehow less approachable with his hard black eyes. She figured he’d be the strong, silent type, the kind to simply step forward without a word and act as a human shield, if need be.

I just wanted to rest my aching head. “Okay, just change the station to the pack’s news channel right now,” Jake ordered, his posture incredibly rigid. “There is something you desperately need to see.” “I’m not in the mood for that, Jake. I need to keep up with this particular season.” “It’s about your wife.” “What?” My head snapped back to him, my blood instantly running hot. I aggressively grabbed the remote from the table and changed the channel. Jackla’s face immediately filled the massive screen. A bold, bright headline flashed directly above her: The Hidden Luna, Jayla Salvatore of the Wolf’s Den Pack, Finally Graces the Slum Villages With Her Presence.