Heartland Jake Anderson Novels & Stories

Smiling, Andy asked, "For what?" "For joining us for dinner. We don't get any visitors, you know—" They exchanged some more pleasantries and left Anderson to part from their company. He went home with an adventure in mind. * * * Jake and Amanda were seated before a table in The Central Restaurant. Jake was wearing a jean jacket over a blue top. His hair was spread over his forehead as he let the the guitar strapped around him exhibit a beautiful serenade; gently stricking the strings with his long finger nails. Amanda smiled — both palms spread on her cheeks — as she nodded her head to his spoken lyrics.

Two large gasps sounded out loudly as they thought about it. “You mean Jacky? She means Jacky. Quick Harold go and get the boy.” She practically pushed her mate off the bench they were sat on so he could go and get this Jacky guy, who I’m guessing is the Jack Anderson who Dalton told me about. I looked up at Gilliard who was still trying to fight back his tears of amusement at the situation, I mean this was supposed to be a serious conversation and yet it was slightly like talking to a comedy act.

Back in Lea's ward, Jake was pacing the room impatiently. He was waiting for the nurse to come back with news about whether or not the exit at the back of the hospital was safe for him to leave. But Lea's nurse walked in, carrying a laptop instead. "Hey, got something you might want to see," the nurse said, placing the laptop on the table. "It's a live press conference with Mercy Rodgers."Jake raised an eyebrow. "Mercy? How do you know Mercy?"

“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.

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.

Dan replies, and a queasy feeling builds in my gut. Something isn't right. Humans don't normally call us. Especially not this late. Our typical interactions with humans revolve around hay sales or construction on the mega house. "My name is Dale Keen. I am a detective with the police department. Mr. Gray, I am calling you tonight because you and your wife are listed as Andrew Polk's emergency contacts. Unfortunately, there has been an accident. Mr. Polk's car was found on the side of the road tonight by a patrolman. He was pronounced dead on the scene. The doctor's initial opinion is that it looks like he suffered a heart attack while driving and passed away. At this time, it doesn't look li

The moments of rest I got from it were moments where I let myself dream of Dana. "Dr. Tarrington." Jake rolled his wheelchair up beside me as I stood at the front of the church. The poor kid was one of my two TAs at UT and had been through hell himself over the last few months. A love story gone bad had almost taken his life. How the young woman that said she loved him could stab him repeatedly in the chest until he was lifeless was beyond me. We live in a fucked up world. "Jake. How are you?" I wanted to push a bit of positive inflection in my voice, but couldn't seem to muster the energy.