Heartland Jake Anderson Novels & Stories

Jason shamelessly acted as though he was simply angry by the person his son targeted and not the vile intention itself. “She was asking for it, this is all her and that asshole Jeremy Adams fault. And Britney…. Wait till I get my hands on her… she… Ahhh! That bitch! Where the hell is she?” Jake grumbled in hatred finally realizing he had been abandoned after spending a few days behind bars and occasionally over hearing the low gossip of several cops.

He knows they are waiting for him and are already furious with him for leaving her in a very uncomfortable position at the ball. They will not understand that his parents dragged him away from there because they were embarrassed about what his wife did this time. His parents never liked Amanda. Jake realizes for the hundredth time how stupid he was for leaving Belinda from Amanda. Jack's parents are wealthy but not as rich as Chase Stone. Jack needs to keep him as a customer, and he understands why they do not want him to interfere in Chase and Belinda's lives. Jake knows he has to go back home to his parents tonight. He gathers all his courage and drives towards Christine's Mother's house.

“I told him I’d think about it. Nothing’s decided.” She studied him. “Do you want to go?” Jake looked toward the horizon. “I love it here. But I also miss being in the field. Working the land. Teaching hands-on again. It’s part of who I am.” Emma nodded slowly. “It is.” “I’d never ask you to leave The Hearth. But I needed to tell you. So we can talk about it together.” Emma sat in the studio alone that night. The stars blinked through the windows. She opened her journal and wrote:

After dusting, scrubbing, and wiping, Jake made lunch and supper at once. He was fatigued when he turned off the stove. He took a cold bath under the shower, wore something comfy, and returned to the living room to watch TV. Finding a good show was hell on its own, but Jake settled for a wildlife channel. Animals were less complicated than people, he believed.

"But before I go, tell me honestly kid. Who are you and why did you ride a palace horse?" Jake smiled bitterly and said, "Mr Heart, you know it clearly that I was not influenced by medicine earlier and I told you all the truth. I'm Jake Larson, and I'm married-" "To the first Princess of the Andorra Kingdom, right? What a joke," Mr Heart interrupted sarcastically. "Yes, and just yesterday, I drove a royal convoy to the Celtic general and made him give way and retreat his army back to the barrier." "I heard about that," said Mr Heart with a mocking face, "and as far as I know, it was the Prince of Paris who made them back down."

“What is it that you want?” Warren shifted on his feet. “I want you to kill Devon Longshire.” Jake huffed out a laugh. “They have a word for this. Entrapment. I’m not a hitman.” “I know exactly who and what you are, Jake.” “I’m an ex-con riding with an MC,” Jake said. “My room’s not wired, I’m officially on leave. You can check,” Warren said. “I know. You’re also divorced from Marcie and you have a three-year-old daughter named Emi-Lee.”

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.

They had given me some space and time to mourn the loss of my hockey career, but this morning, when Jake had dropped the hammer on the breakfast table right in front of me, it seemed as if today, their time to be patient with me had run out. “The fence at the south is broken, you need to head out there and fix it, today.” Jake had spoken to me, not asked, to which I had looked over him. Jake was the second oldest son and the one who was running the ranch now, mostly. When he wasn’t working on the ranch, he was driving around in his police car chasing the bad guys for a living. Because yes, my brother was a police officer by day, and a wolf slash farmer by night. Oh yeah, and he also had a fi

And it was the time we felt the change, the chance we would go home now, and a hope to be complete. Once it was parked well, someone went down with his shades on, the swag in his body while walking telling us that he is the right hand man of our father. It was Jake, and I am happy to see him right now, however, I know he is into someone he really wants to see. And that's a different part of the story that I don't want to spoil to that person.

“I wish you were here, Andre.” My phone vibrated, breaking me out of my reverie. “Eve, there’s trouble at the Northern Woods. Some wolves are attacking rogue children!” Jake rushed out. Jake Adams, my right hand man. One of the reasons this plan has to work. I shot up from my seat. “I’m on my way.” Every single day, my powers got stronger. More dangerous.