Chucky Jake Wheeler Novels & Stories

He was Mike's childhood shadow—wherever Mike went, Jake was usually raiding the fridge or causing a scene close behind. ​Behind him, leaning heavily against the doorframe with a thick black compression sleeve wrapping his injured shoulder, was Chad Miller. Nineteen, six-foot-two, with dark, closely cropped hair and hard, gray eyes, Chad looked less like a high school senior and more like a heavy-duty bouncer. He was the varsity team's enforcer, still scowling from the medical restrictions the warehouse fight had put on his senior season. ​"Don't start, Bill," Mike muttered, swinging his long legs out of the sports car. He didn't offer to carry my bag—maintaining that cool, detached distance

There is no way he would have heard me from that distance except. He made his way over to us and his scent hit me like a ton of bricks. He’s a werewolf. I can’t get anything other than that because one of the side effects of the potion is I can’t smell people’s ranks or packs. “I’ll see you later Charlie,” Mrs. Wiggins said with a wink as she hurried off; traitor. He set down the things he had picked and I began to ring them up. “So Charlie,” he began and I just gave him a small hum in response, “I’m Jake.”

Howard patted Jade's head and replied gently, "He's a secret doctor I found. He can cure you, but you can't tell anyone about him. Do you understand?" Jade nodded, seemingly in understanding. Chuck went over to the side of her bed. He introduced himself to Jade, trying to make himself seem friendly. Sadly, Jade didn't believe him. She looked at him cautiously. Chuck didn't seem to mind. He pulled a chair over and sat down. He flipped through Jade's report while asking her some questions. He had come to Hope Health Services for such a long time. He finally had the chance to meet Jade. He found it hard to suppress his delight.

"I guess I need to grab my calculator and pocket protector from the office to make sure I fit the part." "Of a nerdy accounting professor?" Jake glanced up from untying a long string of black bats. He was back in his wheel chair due to nerve damage from being attacked by one of his and Bethany's friends. It was a shame for him to be confined to a wheelchair, but there was hope he would eventually get out of it. "I'll go back over to your office with you. Let's get your stuff and then we can finish getting the decorations up." Bethany nodded toward the door, turning to walk beside me as we made our getaway. "Who's the girl with the bedroom eyes?"

I reach my hand out to comfort him but pull back when I remember what happened last time. "I- Uh," I am at a loss for words. "Jake, I could never ask something like this from you. I don't want you to get hurt because of me. It will be better to delete the video. For your safety." He nods his head slowly. "I cannot express how much this means to me in words." I am not a contact person, but I would hug him if I could. "You sure?" he asks and I nod my head. He gives a soft smile and I smile back. Turns out he is not the dark and mysterious character. It must be Tyler then. Jake is a normal character, as normal as you can be for a W*****d werewolf.

He ran away from him, making a scene in the game area. "Hey, careful!" Vanessa shouted at them when Hunter somehow strips in the wire of the game and almost hit her wine. "Forgive the handsome man!" Hunter yelled out, laughing at the man who was running towards him at the time. They just follow each other till Jake eventually catches him, he was looking for assistance but no one would ever provide it to him because Jake is considered to be the head of their organization's right hand man. When Jake jokingly choked him with his brawny arms, he laughed.

Jake replied bitterly, “If you did not ask me to help you take revenge on Mr. Wade’s father-in-law, how could I have possibly offended Mr. Wade?” Then, Jake hurriedly looked at Charlie with tears in his eyes before he said, “Mr. Wade, this old man has been telling me all about how I should help him ridicule you and your father-in-law today. He is the one who made me offend you and your father-in-law! He is the culprit! He is the one you should chop up and feed to the dogs!”

"Little jumpy there." "I hate sudden loud noises." "Well then I guess I know where you daughter gets it" Chuck said with a gwaff Mackayla shot him a look. Chuck was an okay looking man a little fluffy at 5' 10" 200 lbs., he had gray blonde hair and soft blue eyes.

“I know Officer Hendricks is right there, but I don’t want my mom to know what I was doing.” “Sure,” Jake said. His answer seemed automatic, so she looked at him and saw that he hadn’t noticed the police car or her mother at all. He was looking at a red Pontiac Fiero parked in front of Mrs. Schneider’s house. “Whose car is that?” Jake asked. “I dunno,” she said. “I don’t usually notice cars.” “Yeah, but who would visit her? She’s like the actual living embodiment of the Wicked Witch of the West.” Lauren shrugged. “Even the witch had flying monkeys who liked her.”

In Arizona, he discovered Jake. Jake had just split from his pack. They’d been a massive group of Navajo werewolves who aligned with the witches during the war. And then Maddox met them. He watched the men now. Gerald murmured something to Jake. Laughing, Jake tossed his long black hair over his shoulder. When one first looked at Jake, some might mistake him for a woman. He was slender and of medium height. Bronze skin and long lashes. Jake was the only one that was older than Maddox—around two hundred years.