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.”

Chuck nodded to Gia and gave the key to her and said to me, "Don't make it late." "Okay." After coming out of the house, Carlos, Tracy and Julian in a car and Gia, Jack and I in another car. Chuck shouted, "Get home quickly!" I shouted back, "Okay." While we're passing through the gate. While driving, jack asked me, "What is Chuck's role?" "He's Alexander's bodyguard but he also takes care of the house and us so he's staying with us."

They got into fights a few times that led to suspension for both of them—Chad, too, because he decided to play the hero and help his friend. Jake is an asshole. He isn’t a nice guy, but he always had this charm, knowing how to win people over and make them do what he wanted. It helps that he’s cute, of course. He is a typical American guy, with blond curly hair and blue eyes, but I guess it’s his bad boy vibe that gets to people. He’s always carried himself with a nonchalant attitude, as if nothing in the world could affect him. It feels odd to see him around these people, though. I don’t think I ever saw them together before.

Just steady kindness that slowly started to feel like home. One evening Jake sat beside me on the couch, showing me documents he had gathered over the years. Bank records. Witness statements. Proof of Ryder paying people to spread the rumors. Proof of the trust funds and the control he had exerted for years. Proof that the car that had hit me wasn’t an accident — it had been arranged to scare me back into his arms. “He’s coming for you,” Jake said quietly, his arm around my shoulders. “But I won’t let him. Stay here. Let me protect you the way he never could.”

“Haven’t you heard? Larry Stone’s gonna play the last game. You can’t even imagine how crazy he is when he’s racing his car. He’s a fucking maniac. I don’t want to sacrifice my life for this shit.” “Oh! So our super racer Jeff Richards is afraid now?” The man smirked and lit a cigarette. At that moment, he finally noticed the unfamiliar figure standing beside Jeff and his girlfriend, Sophie. “It seems you forgot to introduce me to this beauty here, Jeff.” The man glanced at Scarlett with lust in his eyes. Jeff asked Scarlett to come over and said, “This is Scarlett Morris, Sophie’s friend in UI. Smart. And sexy too, as you can see.” The man raised his eyebrows at the statement. Jeff then poi

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.