Novel & Cerita Discord Jake Paul Fight

She didn’t hesitate this time. Jake answered on the second ring. “I was wondering when you’d call.” “Jake,” she said, her voice tight, “what is this?” A pause. Then, quieter, “It’s nothing.” “It doesn’t look like nothing.” Jake sighed. “It was years ago, Sophie. A dumb bar fight. Someone threw a punch, I threw one back. That was it.” Sophie clenched her jaw. “And now the media’s making it sound like you’re some kind of criminal.”

“He’s at the club for two days now, receiving blows, fighting for a release. He’s been beating people to a pulp. Jake only does that when he has something that slips under his control.” “Nothing slipped under his control.” “I know it’s bad. Real bad.” He threw me a glance and turned the car to the right. “You pushed him over the edge, Cassandra.” “Me?” shocked, I laughed sarcastically. “Oh, right. Because his rejection of me sent him straight into an underground fight club for a two-day brawl. Makes perfect sense, Mason.”

One second Jake was talking, the next he was on the ground with blood streaming from his nose. “Jesus Christ!” Jake scrambled to his feet, holding his face. “You broke my nose!” “Good,” Luca said. “You’re insane!” “Touch her again and see what happens.” Jake swung back, catching Luca in the ribs. After that. They went down in a tangle of limbs and flying fists, rolling dangerously close to the pool edge while I stood there trying to figure out how to break up a fight between two guys who outweighed me by fifty pounds each. “Stop it!” I yelled. “Both of you, stop it right now!”

“Come on, man. Everyone knows he’s a pussy.” The word hit the floor like a grenade. Jake lunged before anyone could stop him. The crack of his fist connecting with the guy’s jaw echoed louder than any whistle. The teammate stumbled back, clutching his face. Chaos erupted. “Jake! What the hell?!” Coach’s whistle shrieked again, but Jake didn’t care. The guy shoved him back, fury sparking in his eyes. “What the fuck, Devereaux? You fighting me over him?” “Say it again,” Jake snarled, chest heaving, fists ready. “Say it and I’ll put you on the ground.”

It was funny to watch them get upset over a video game. “Let’s be honest, that guy was super good. We were a team of three and still couldn’t defeat him.” Jake sighed and got up to stretch his arms. “He is probably doing some hack dude. Even I have won single-handed by hacking.” Dan replied casually, reaching out for a chip from the bowl. I stopped eating and glanced at Jake to find him already looking at me with wide eyes. Did he just say hacking? Fuck! It can’t be.

Her team all nod in agreement. “DDG?” I ask under my breath and Jake turns to look at me with his hands on his hips. He may be gay, but I know the guy could probably knock men bigger and scarier than me on their ass. Jake is an ex MMA fighter, but his passion is hair and flair, apparently from what Mouse found in his file. “Drop dead gorgeous. Come on, big boy, learn the lingo.” He says and we all chuckle. “Still, I don’t see why she would be jealous.” Melody says, her voice small and vulnerable.

"Even death is possible with jousting. So, are you game, Jake?" Hearing this, Jake was stunned, and so was Mr Cook. 'These shameless villains, so they couldn't come up with a better game? How barbaric can they get?' Jake had never been in actual war despite his training the previous night. So thinking about the jousting being a contact sport, Jake was reluctant. "Are you scared, Jake? I thought you were El-Tarter s champion," Raek Sheen taunted. Hearing the mocking, Jake was infuriated.

“So it can be dealt with appropriately.” “Sure,” I breathe, sweeping my long hair over a shoulder. “What do you guys wanna know?” Reid clears his throat, leaning forward. “I spoke with Tony again this morning. He’s…” Reid winces a little, like he doesn’t want to go on. “He’s claiming that you came onto him, he turned you down, and you made a scene and flipped it around on him because you were embarrassed.” Jax pounds a fist on the table, startling me. “That’s a load of bullshit,” he spits, shaking his head. “I was there, I saw Quinn trying to fight him off…”

"Shut the hell up, man." Zach tilted his head, a challenging glint in his eyes. "What're you gonna do if I don't? Put on your armor and ride your pony with your wooden sword waving in the air at me?" Jake's fists clenched, and his jaw tightened. He was fucking pissed. "What I'm going to do is beat your fucking ass to the ground if you don't get lost." Zach trembled in a mocking manner. "Ooh, shiver me timbers! Please don't beat me up!"

"Your eyes look swollen; just what did they put you through? I'm so glad you're back now; I'll make sure to wash off all this stress with my herbal teas." "Thanks, mother." There was no way that I'd be drinking herbal teas. "Why do you look troubled?" Sophie hopped next to me once my mother went out the door. "Alpha Jax. We got into a fight because he's leaving for the next two weeks." "Did he hurt you?" She began assessing my body. "Ugh, not physically," I covered my face with my palms. It wasn't even supposed to hurt this much. "This is bad," she said, analyzing the situation. "How many days are left till the deadline?"