Chucky Jake Wheeler Novels & Stories

"Jake, you fucking moron, bring my daughter to me right now!" Jake didn't pay him any heed. All the yelling and roaring didn't scare him at all. Throughout all these years of friendship, Jake had seen Jeremy do all sorts of weird crap, from trying to sneak out of the house dressed like Shrek up to falling asleep in the middle of his front yard wearing just a pair of speedos, "Chubby, single and ready for a pringle" written all in capital letters on his chest with liquid cheese. Nothing about the guy could scare him.

He was giggling and talking funny, his eyes barely open, but one thing was for sure… he wasn't the one behind the wheels, and that video was taken only a minute before Jenny’s accident. I remembered checking the time and everything that day… Charles was not the hit-and-run driver! With the light of this new evidence, I prepared to present the evidence, but then my private investigator, Wolf, found some more dirt on Jake. It turned out that on that day, the plate number captured belonged to Jake, but it was somehow ignored by the system… he also sold the car and went to Steve’s apartment to retrieve Charles’s own to make it look like it was Charles that did it.

Turning to Jake, Chuck asked, "What does this mean, Jake? Why is Glenn here?" Jake responded cautiously and skeptically to Chuck's bewildered inquiry. "I'm not exactly sure what Glenn has in mind for you, Chuck. However, it is clear that your actions have implicated his pack, leading Blake to retaliate against them. You need to convince Glenn that you are against Blake's dominance in our society," Jake continued, his voice firm and resolute. "Show him that your loyalty lies with those who seek to challenge Blake's authority. Together, we can form a united front and overthrow him, fulfilling our individual desires." The weight of Jake's proposal settled upon Chuck, forcing him to confront the

The toy puck lying on the floor lifted slowly into the air. Alex blinked. “Oh… this might help.” Jake Unleashed Back downstairs, the fight intensified. Another hunter lunged at Jake with a silver blade. Jake caught his arm mid-swing and twisted sharply. The weapon clattered to the floor. Jake’s voice dropped into a low growl. “You picked the wrong house.” He slammed the hunter through the kitchen table. Brody whistled. “Remind me never to annoy you.” Outside the Cabin More hunters spread through the snow around the cabin.

He said and Shane nodded. “That is what I think, my king. Now, look at the return address.” Jake turned the box around and saw the address. It was a Louisiana address. “Who is in Louisiana?” asked Chad. “That is where general Lewis is from.” Chad stood, feeling angry. “What a snake your alpha is.” He said, looking at Shane. “How do you follow such a disgraceful person?” he asked in anger. “You act like you don’t know our nature; we are werewolves, not human; we follow our leaders no matter the cost to us.” Chad was rendered speechless after that; he had no words to dispute that. Jake was fuming with anger, wondering how many people London has killed with this virus.

“C’mere, Prez, and I mean double-time.” Stomping footsteps approached, and then Nails Paxton was in the doorway of Ace’s bedroom, looking ten kinds of seriously-pissed. Ever since that anonymous phone call had come in from someone claiming that Ace Cuddy had killed Kirk, Warren ‘Derby’ Kane (Joker’s own cousin), and Shay Alcott, it had been one hell of a day, and Joker knew that what he had to show Nails was only going to make for a much worse night.

The only way out was to run. I snapped my gaze to Mario, who was still on top of Jake, beating him mercilessly. Catching his eye, I gave a small, urgent signal. He gave the slightest nod in response, his fists never stopping, his knuckles already coated in Jake’s blood. Then, through broken, bloodied lips, Jake rasped out a sickening chuckle. “I… fucked your filthy whore of a wife,” he rasped, his breath ragged yet smug. “Killed your mother too.” He let out a weak chuckle, his bloodstained teeth flashing. “But you know the best part?”

He was smarter than that. Unless... "See?" Jake gave a maniacal laugh. "Turns out you don't need to be willing, I just need your fingerprint." The screen changed, files appeared and folders labeled "Honey Project" flashed across the screen. A frown creased my forehead. Theodore Blackwell was a smart billionaire, there was no way he would have given my card that much access into his private systems. Unless this was on purpose. "Now we just d******d," Jake clicked rapidly. "And we're done."

Huck tells her with a smile as he takes the keys. Sawyer walks in with overnight bags cops always have ready and they get into the room. Huck stands under the hot water trying to wrap his brain around all the information he has collected over the last few days. He is now a werewolf hunter. He will spend the rest of his life hunting werewolves with Sawyer. At least he hopes with Sawyer. Sawyer is about 55, still in good shape but 55 is getting up there.

With that, he sped off in his car. Meanwhile, Cherry met a man in her car, discreetly handing him a picture of Jake. "Find this man for me," she ordered, her voice cold and demanding. "Bring him to me by any means, alive." As the man nodded and stepped out of the vehicle, Cherry sped off, leaving a trail of dust in her wake.