Jake Blade Novels & Stories

"Do you think he really is?" Blake frowned thoughtfully, his small voice firm. "Mom keeps saying not to think about it. But I know it. The man on the TV — the way he looked at her. And we look like him. He's our dad." Jake hesitated, twisting his fingers nervously. "But she'll be mad if we say anything." Blake grinned, a mischievous spark lighting his face. "We won’t say anything. We’ll just… write." Before Jake could protest, Blake darted into the office. The tablet on the desk still glowed faintly — Kate's open mail window blinking in the corner. She’d been drafting a message to one of her partners, but hadn't sent it.

But he weighed the consequences of that action and slowly unclenched his hands. "You got a problem with that, Sanders?" Aaron asked, tilting his head. He exhaled a cloud of smoke toward the guy's face. “You forgotten how to speak, boy?” Jake stared at him. Every word he wanted to say stayed trapped inside his throat. Instead, he shook his head and stepped back. "I have no problem with it," he said with as much calm as he could muster. Aaron smiled, tapping his cheeks. "Good choice." He turned toward the hallway. “Where's Blake? He's supposed to report back to me."

​Before the engine could even cut out, the heavy oak front door of the main house slammed open. ​"Look who finally decided to bring the hostage!" a loud, booming voice echoed across the lawn. ​Jacob "Jake" Bill lounged on the porch railing, a half-eaten green apple in one hand and a basketball spinning effortlessly on the index finger of his other. Jake was nineteen, six-foot-one, with a messy, sun-bleached brown crew cut and sharp green eyes that always looked like they were searching for the nearest source of entertainment. He was Mike's childhood shadow—wherever Mike went, Jake was usually raiding the fridge or causing a scene close behind.

Jake stated seriously. "I'll be inside call me if you need me." Cole stated following Gabby. Cole is already used to Jake's attitude he is rude and arrogant but he knows when to butt in a situation. Those punks had it coming. Jake hates it when someone talks trash about someone. He also has some anger issues. If things don't go his way he always settles things with a fight. He hates losing and he never loses a fight. He is an expert with man to man combat, gun and air strike. He was part of the air force for about 4 years. He was a great soldier. But more importantly he is a great friend. He never let his friends down.

He said seriously. "What the fuck bro? I'm not a donkey!" He growled. "Says the man who dressed up as a donkey at my birthday party when I was 14." Max deadpanned. "I thought it was a dressing up party!" He reasoned. "Whatever, Jay this is Jake, Zach and Lydia son. And Jake this is my g—" "I already know my dear prince, you are his girlfriend, the queen it's such an honour to meet you. I am Jake Jacobs, the strongest knight in Raven." He introduced himself.

only her. Jade's POV That was amazing, I guess I can check kitchen sex off the list. I looked over at Blake as he pulled his sweatpants up, his back decorated with new marks and some of them cut deep enough that they were starting to bleed, "I really think I should trim my nails." I said. He walked up to me and took my hands in his, "I thought we already talked about this." he smiled. "Yeah but you're bleeding."

While Jake doesn't have any social media, his brothers wasted no time adding me to theirs and since I've got at least a few hours alone, I take the opportunity to go through each of theirs, looking for any pictures of Jake. The first one I look at is Lloyd's and I wonder if Jake even realises how many pictures of him are on here. In the earlier ones he has no tattoos but still looks just as disinterested in the people around him. Despite this, the comments from other kids are mostly asking who he is and whether he's single. Lloyd's comments back are always jokey, telling them he's a stranger they keep around, or a secret undercover agent, even when he relents and tells them he's his older br

I tack on quickly. He looks at me sheepishly. "I may have believed the wrong rumors. She used to date this big football player, Jaylen Morris. He's a real badass. They messed around and stuff, but she wasn't ready to go all the way, so he dumped her and started telling everyone how she put out. His friends all jumped on the bandwagon, making up their own stories and shit. She says it was awful. Her parents had to get involved, and Jaylen admitted to the principal he had made it all up and promised not to spread anymore rumors." "But people already believed him," I interject, shaking my head. Kids can be such dicks sometimes.

Jake said, narrowing his eyes. The heat in my shoulder radiated through me, moving down my arm and into my chest. I took a moment to collect myself. I had to be careful about what I said. I wasn’t sure how much he knew about Trista and Liam. Sure, he could find out whatever he wanted, but that didn’t mean I wanted to offer up the information freely. “I’m waiting,” Jake said impatiently, waving the glowing green knife at me.