Chucky Jake Wheeler Novels & Stories

Tessa sobbed, shaking her head. "Firstly, Let's just...Run!!!" Jake said. They turned and began to run. Their eyes fell upon a man who was going, in the opposite direction. "No! Don't!" Tessa waved her hands. Jake recognized him as the boss of the dark hunters at once. Clyde!. "Don't go!" Tessa warned but it was too late. The zombies had their hands on him. He struggled but he was helpless. His phone began ringing... "Let's go back in," Jake said, as they watched them already distracted since they were all eating him.

"Hahaha! After this, the Freak wouldn't be able to show his face!" "I just hope he doesn't die too fast," Chuck Dalton was one of the top 10 assassins of his batch. In fact, he was better than Brandon as well as Tyler, in terms of agility and dexterity. Wolf was the only one in his group that could go toe-to-toe with him. While others chatted, Chuck looked at his opponent with a malicious grin. This was the finest opportunity he could hope for. If he could humiliate Creed in front of the public, it would not just degrade his image in their eyes, but it would also elevate his own image inside Jia's eyes.

I moved to sit in the chair next to Talon, and he grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. “Craig has also been working for the Diablos for quite some time,” Jake continued, “laundering money for them through his real estate business. But apparently he’s been skimming off the top. They want him dead.” He paused, giving me time to let his words sink in. Somehow, I wasn’t as surprised at this news as I probably should have been. “Okay… and what made you guys choose to tell me all of this? You’ve been keeping me in the dark about everything up until now,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

If Matt should decide to stay here, it’s got to be because he wants to, not because we need him. ‘All right . . .’ William Ros§ sat back in his leather-upholstered easy chair and jingled the ice cubes in his Kentucky bourbon and water. ‘Mighty kind of you to stop by, Jake. Sure you won’t have a drink?’ Jake Everheart shuffled papers in his leather portfolio. ‘No, thanks. Sorry it had to be so late. Bill.’ ‘No problem. Let’s just get to the chase, though. What are my chances?’ Jake, sitting in the gold-flecked green-upholstered chair opposite the oil tycoon, tapped his fingers on the arm-rest. ‘It’s not usually easy to

"Got any more tricks up your sleeve? Go on, I'll wait." "What in the world are you?" The Witch Mountain Monster's heart pounded with unease. Mystical Chubby flashed a sly smile. "Think you've seen my best tricks? Guess again. And if you're dying to know who I am, the name's Bruce. Remember it." "What!? You're one of the Bruces..." The words barely left the Witch Mountain Monster's lips before his body shook violently. He knew he was in deep trouble. With a thunderous crash, a wave of energy erupted from Mystical Chubby's hands, and the Witch Mountain Monster exploded like a bug hit with a sledgehammer.

Jake on the other hand was nowhere to be found and there was no way that he could be persecuted for his crimes. Although after Holly gave birth, someone sent a postcard from Jamaica with the initials J.S & C.S. Ryder's theory was that Jake was probably in Jamaica since the initials indicated that it was he who sent the letter. The postcard also contained a short apology to Ryder. When Holly asked who C.S was, Ryder pointed out that it might stand for Chandice Summers, the girl that he had claimed Ryder took from him back when they went on a trip to Jamaica. Jake might have gotten the happily ever after he wanted after all. Although there was no way he was coming back to the United States wit

I stared blankly at the photo until Jake finally forced the words. “Ryan, was Jackla’s fiancé,” Jake said quietly, sealing the trap around us. “On the very day he was slaughtered, he was standing at the altar, about to marry her.” A dark, humorless laugh choked in my throat. I had slaughtered my own wife’s fiancé. The cruel irony of the universe was absolute poetry. “Which means only one thing,” I whispered, the crushing weight of the revelation settling heavily into the marrow of my bones. “Jackla could be a werewolf hunter too,” Jake chipped in, his words dropping like lead weights into the silence. “And she was probably directly involved in your father’s execution.”

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” Kyle didn’t need to be asked twice. He scooted over, making room for Jake on the floor. “I’m the truck driver,” Kyle declared proudly, holding up a bright yellow dump truck. “You can be the police car. We need to catch the bad guys!” Jake knelt down, sitting cross legged beside him, picking up a police car that had been left abandoned on the edge of the play area. “Alright, partner. Let’s go catch those bad guys.”

I stated and smiled again at the choking cough that came from Jake. “Well all right then.” Porter laughed through the com's. “You're single right West?” He asked and Wheelers laughing voice interrupted what ever else he may have said. “God you're unbelievable. West, word to the wise stay away from Porter.” “Damn Wheeler why you got to spoil all my fun? I was only asking.” “Sure you were.” I chuckled slightly shaking my head. “Ignore Porter.” Jakes voice sounded quiet in the car, he must have switched off his walkie as it didn't echo over the channel. “He can be an ass at times but he's a good guy.”