Jake D Marshall Novels & Stories

Art pressed his lips together, tiptoeing dramatically out of the scene, making a shooing gesture to the group of students that had stopped to stare and were beginning to make videos. "You keep enabling her!" Marie yelled, making Shawn back away. “And I'm Marie, not Barbie. It's twisted that you all are trying to rub off my identity just cause Jade doesn't want to be reminded of how she killed her mother.” “Marie, stop please," Shawn pled, running his hand across his hair. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead reminding him of how much he hated being in the center of a confrontation. Jade's eyes were dark, her breath, calm and steady, while her fingers dug into her palms. “What did you just s

I could never get used to wearing mini dresses, I was bound to change out of this, and into a nice comfy top with leggings, and my camo boots soon as soon as we get home. It turns out, I wasn't the only one who was selected to partake in this stupid program for Colonel Colhelm from my pack after all. Jazzy, or Jazmin Tanner, was also picked, as a delta warrior. She's an omega in my pack. We are the only two girls left, and we feel damn proud of surviving. Today, after five long years, we finally get to go home. Only one problem with all this.... who the fuck did I mate with, the night before I left? I went through hell these five years...

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Dario walking out of the place, body coated in blood. “You’re not special, Alpha Jason. You’re just a low life, a disgusting, irritating and selfish person. You’re no different from Williams. Did you think I came in here without a plan?” Jake snarled, leaping at the wolf again, dragging him by his tail again. Jake towered over him again. “I won’t kill you even if you’re nothing but a useless bastard. The people have a right to see the face of the traitor who had been exploiting them, don’t you think?” Jake says.

He knew that perhaps Marcus' men might be around. Jade wanted to show him that he isn't concerned about his former family anymore, so he can't use that to threaten him again. “Wow, see who is making a marvelous entrance here. Jade Westwood, the runaway criminal. It doesn't surprise me that he's defending the son and brother of a criminal because he himself is also a criminal. SECURITY!!!” Jake said sarcastically but angrily called the securities at the end. Jade chuckled at Jake, shocking everyone as to why he was laughing.

John Legend all of me blast the speakers while we dance. " you are the most stunning thing I have ever seen "he comments looking me straight in the eyes I mean I am single " Thank you , you look good as well" I am Jacob " I am Amanda " Nice to meet you I definitely want your number seeing you in this dress has had me thinking not so nice things " I smile as I am about to reply Mr Parker slides in "May I have this dance " Ben E king stand by me soothes the crowd as Mr Parker takes my hand he pulls me so close I can smell his cologne he always smelled good.

“I have been looking all over for you. Where have you been?” “Uh…I went to get some fresh air” The Red Moon pack's Alpha Mateo, mounted the stage, his voice boomed over the loudspeakers, interrupting our conversation. He was a tall man in his mid sixties. One look at him and you could tell he was breath-takingly attractive in his prime.

And as the jet lifted off into the night, Maria closed her eyes. She was going back to the beginning. Back to where it all started. And this time, she wouldn’t come back empty-handed. --- Meanwhile, back in the city… Jake stood in the dim hospital hallway, arms folded, eyes darting toward every noise. He didn’t trust Damien. Not one bit. And now that Ancelotti was alive, he knew Damien wouldn’t retreat quietly. He’d strike harder—and sooner. Caroline stepped beside him. “What are you thinking?” “I’m thinking,” Jake muttered, “we just stepped into something bigger than we imagined.”

​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.

He looked at Jake with a hunger for approval that mirrored my own, a desperate need to be seen as something more than a shadow. "And here comes the man of the hour!" Jake beckoned toward a tall, grizzled man in a sharp tuxedo standing near the theater entrance. Brown Jones. The kingmaker of the professional biking circuit after Jake retired. As Jake led Drake over to initiate the million-dollar introduction, the focus shifted. I was left standing a few paces back with my mother, the "women of the house" relegated to the background while the men discussed legacies and engines. But the cameras didn't stay off me for long. The liquid red silk of my Da Vinci gown caught the glare of a thousand f

Bryan replied. "I would have helped you man, but I'm training the new Doms" Jake told him. "What about Jack? I thought you talked to him." Bryan asked. Jake sighed. "He is still adamant on not coming out. It's crazy. I don't know what to do anymore" "Too bad. He's always had a thing for fiesty subs. Remember what he did to Luke's last sub? She was stubborn as hell and had one hell of a saucy streak. Now she gets all doey eyed when he puts her in her sub space" Nathan commented.