Novel & Cerita Chucky Jake Wheeler

I scrambled through the alley and launched myself into the sedan, my head bumping someone’s thigh. Given that thigh was wearing expensive pants, I began to worry that I was being tricked and had just gone through this whole ordeal only to find Masterson was playing another one of his sick games. However, when I looked up, I saw Jake, the guy from the funeral. “Hi,” he said, his expression as bewildered as I felt. “Hi,” I replied. “So, apparently Masterson wants to kill me. I’m getting the impression he’s not terribly fond of you,” Jake said.

I carefully put the folder back exactly where I found it and turned off the desk lamp. I quietly opened the study doors and slipped back out into the dark hallway. Squeak. The faint sound of rubber tires on marble made me freeze. I slowly turned my head. Sitting a few feet away in the shadows of the hallway was Jake. He was in his electric wheelchair, his eyes wide as he stared at me coming out of his uncle's private office in the middle of the night.

“Mason and Emily are relocating my mother to a safer spot, and when he figures that out, he’ll go ballistic. Tonight served as a good distraction while the FBI went over the building.” “They actually showed up?” “I fed them the intel when you and Jake made your exit.” “What happened in there, Ryker? I need the truth.” My tone was firm, leaving no room for anything but honesty. He sighed, holding my eyes in his gaze. “Wheeler killed one of the guys, and I took care of the other one. I left Henry tied to a chair with a message that those were his men who tried to abduct a woman, and we left the place.”

But today was different, I had chosen to walk away from Nathan, to stop giving him the attention he threw away. I had no idea how long I had walked, but by the time I looked up, I was before the white building I called home. Skye, our golden retriever, booed and burst through the front door, wagging her tail, like she could sense my heavy heart. I crouched before her as she barked small, leaping all over me. Then I looked up, the sound of sawing against wood reached me. My stepfather stood there, his hard muscles flexing as he moved the saw up and down, his thick body covered in nothing but a light apron across his chest, and hanging on his neck. Sweat trickling down the hard ridges of his c

The voice seemed familiar, but I could not place it. “Speaking.” “Leah, it’s Jack. Jack Carter.” “Jack,” I paused for a second, “How are you?” “Always so pleasant. I need to ask you a favour as I know Logan will not ask you.” “Of course.” “I and my wife Chelsea, Logan’s mum, are having a family get together next weekend for his birthday.” “His birthday?” I questioned. “Logan didn’t tell you?” “No!” I was surprised but also not somehow at the same time.

For a split second, our eyes locked, and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “You!” I shouted. “It’s over. We know what you’ve done.” The man didn’t respond. He lunged forward instead, faster than I’d anticipated. I barely had time to duck as he swung a knife at me, the blade glinting in the moonlight. He was strong — stronger than any human should be. So he was a werewolf as well. Jake shifted partially, his eyes glowing, claws extending as he launched himself at the man. The sound of snarling filled the room as Jake’s claws ripped through the air, narrowly missing the man’s throat.

Carlos also stood up, followed quickly by Alpha Lemone and Alpha Jeremy. “Enough with the drama,” Carlos said. “This is a business deal. We'll give you guys some time to think it over.” Just before they left though I remembered that Jake's signature was also on the contract. “Wait,” I said. “How are you involved in this? You’re a human.” Jake chuckled. “I buy werewolves,” he said. “Turns out, werewolves make fantastic drug mules.”

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.

The man was actually telling the truth. "What pack do you belong to?" I asked him. "McCain," he replied, and I realised that we had been played. Someone must have wanted Gavin out of the way and not anticipated this outcome. The killings must have been staged to frame the werewolf packs, knowing that Gavin would kick against attacking the packs because of his rationality and our friendship, the person wanted him out of the way and decided to set him up? Karen and her friends had walked into a trap set by Marco. If it weren't for her abilities, they would have died. this man was a trained warrior wolf. One master hunter and two new hunters stood no chance against them. John Hunter wasn't lyin

As I wheeled my box towards the Uber I ordered, I listened to everything he said. “He was involved in an accident but he wasn't coming from the dorm. He did leave the dorm but went downtown, and according to my source, his friends lived there but there was someone he visited that day. A blond girl named Chelsea, her friends call her Chels. Jake and Chels have a very intimate relationship.” he explained. My fist clenched the armrest in the car. My eyes darkened more than they should. I could feel my driver flinch next to me.