Jake Blade Novels & Stories

I watch from my peripheral as she pushes herself off the wall. “Jake,” she says with a knowing smile. “You know, the kid you've been hanging around with. The one you’re pretending is your friend.” A sick feeling churns in my stomach, but I keep my face neutral. “Jake? How do you know him?” Blaire's smile widens, and her eyes gleam with cruel delight. “Oh, sweetie, I know Jake very well. He was my little project. When he was just a kid, all innocent and naive. I thought it’d be fun, you know? He had all these secrets, and I just needed a way in.”

I had made my decision. The heavy metal bolt on the main door screeched as it was drawn back, and Jake stepped inside. He brought the outside in with him—a gust of cool, fresh air that smelled of damp earth and diesel, a stark contrast to the stale, recycled atmosphere of the shelter. He was dressed in his usual practical attire: sturdy boots, dark cargo pants, and a long-sleeved henley stretched tight across his shoulders. A worn leather sheath holding a hunting knife was strapped to his thigh.

Power bloom brightly in their chest and Jake’s hand instantly went to his waistline for a silver blade was resting ready to be used at a moment's notice. “You been here this entire time, I was freaking worried sick about you. I thought that they might have gotten to you and I see you with this tool. Are you missing the part of your brain that tells you that he is a total and complete douche, and will you put some freaking clothes on” Conner lectures her like he was her father not her older brother?

Bobby replied, swearing under his breath to do everything possible to nab the killers within the given time. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “Damn! Slash his head dude’ Jake exclaimed excitedly, punching the buttons on his joystick as his avatar stood over Brandon after taking it down with a uppercut, it stood over the opponent and drew out a sword. Jake sat on the rug close to the TV, in order to have a close view and enjoy the game. Brandon was sitting on a stool not far from Jake at the other side, eyes glued to the TV screen with the other gamepad in his hand.

CHAPTER 2. *Maddy’s Pov* Jake and I met when my father had moved us back to Alpha Blake’s pack. We were five years old back then. Jake is our Alpha’s first-born son and next in line to be the pack’s next Alpha. Until that day comes, he’s referred to as young Alpha Jake. Alpha Blake has made it clear that Jake is going to be Alpha. With or without a Luna, his fated mate or a chosen mate. At the rate we’ve been going these past few years, most of the pack thinks I’ll be their future Luna. But I cannot help but want my fated mate.

I wave at him and signal in the direction of the kitchen, he nods and starts walking towards it. "Are you enjoying?" Jake asks, then looks behind me. "Dude! Never expected you to be here." He passes by me and towards someone. I look back and see Jake fist pumping Blake. This guy never listens to me, I asked him specifically to stay in the room. "Jake! The guy who hates me! The party is a Blast!" Blake said, singing the end part and then bursts out laughing. He was already drunk and Jake seemed tipsy. "Thanks dude! Never knew you were into tree climbing." Jake slaps Blake's back and then laughs.

At that thought his face lightened. Disguised expertly as a casual park-goer, Blake effortlessly assimilated into the cluster of individuals under Jake's guidance. His attire, complete with a wide-brimmed hat and stylish sunglasses, served as a guise that shielded his true intentions. His attention was fixated on the intricate map detailing the trail they were on the cusp of embarking upon. This very terrain, he mused, held a significance that ran deep within Jake's expertise; every contour and feature was etched into Jake's memory.

I asked, looking directly at his broad back. The knife stopped. Jake turned around slowly, the blade glinting under the recessed kitchen lights. He wiped his hands on a dark towel, his gaze dropping to my lips, the ones that had just been thoroughly kissed by Brendan, before meeting my eyes. "I said a boy like that brings a lot of unwanted noise," Jake said calmly. "And that some girls aren't equipped to handle the... pressure... that comes with it." "I'm handling it just fine," I countered. "Are you?" Jake stepped closer, invading the space between the island and the stove. He looked at Mom, his expression softening into that fake, charming facade that only I know is fake. Mom doesn't know

“Were you the one that had him arrested?” ”No. That was Adonis’s doing. But,” he hurriedly spoke before I could ask him the question that dropped on my mind, “that’s not what I want to tell you.” ”What then? You have decided to go bald?” Abby asked and I chuckled. “My father works as a hired assassin and he has been training me to follow in his steps,” Jake dropped that sudden bomb and, while I tried to wrap my head around his words, it made more sense that he was able to handle the gun very well that day.

I think I need to look for him because it's weird that he is in this pack and he has refused to see me for the last three days. "Blake is fucking stubborn." And it's hard to believe that he is suddenly listening to me and giving me space. I will find out where he is... I decided to reach out to jake telepathically. "Good day Alpha." "How are you Jake?" I asked so as to avoid being obvious. "I'm okay Alpha, I am at the training arena. Mr Richard invited me to watch the new guys he has been training and they are doing pretty good." He explained and that's good to know.