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.

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.

“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.

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

Cain said, laughing again. "I hope you're right about him staying, she has already chased away every other available bodyguard," Alexander said, rubbing his temple. As soon as Jake walked out from the air-conditioned office and outside the California sun was beating down on him. His muscles ached and he started sweating, so he removed his jacket and his tie, undoing a couple of the buttons on his shirt. He walks over to his car, his pride and joy, a 1966 ford Thunderbird and takes off to his small apartment. There he packed his bags and made sure everything was turned off after packing his weapons and handcuffs.He looked around and shook his head, it really was a dump. He had on many occasio