Jake D Marshall Novels & Stories

​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 stood with his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark hoodie, his large 6'6" frame blending into the midnight shadows. He had only managed to slip away because Avery had been forced to return to her dorm to change after a grueling evening block. He knew his time was extremely limited before she picked up his trail again. A few steps below him stood Marcus, a seasoned Pack Warrior and one of the very few high-ranking wolves who remained fiercely loyal to the prince over the tyrannical King Magnus. Jake didn't turn his head, his golden eyes scanning the empty, frost-covered football field. "No one is a phantom, Marcus. She exists. Her scent is real. She has a weakness, and I want it. B

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

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

Jake said loudly as he draped his arms around me and Jake. We are now walking out of the TV studio, I glared at Jake who had now forced himself between I and Jaxon. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked him, and he shook his head. “Nah, I am hanging out with you two” he smiled, I let out a sigh. “You know I am actually proud of you when you punched Maren's ex, that guy is an asshole.” He said. “You are only saying that because Dylan's fiance was your ex” Jaxon said, My eyebrows shot up. Jake rolled his eyes and mumbled ‘whatever’

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

"If you can settle here, Jake, then maybe when you turn eighteen, we can help you find a place nearby and you can visit them, knowing they're safe. Once you've got a council flat, the process of moving you is out of our hands, so if we have to move your brother's, you won't be able to follow. I'm telling you this for your benefit, because I know you want to stay together, so it's in your best interest to behave yourself." "Uh huh." He makes a frustrated sort of growl in the back of his throat, but carries on driving. I can see the sea in the distance which will please Mason, he's always wanted to try surfing and, sure enough, I watch as his eyes light up, his elbow crashing into Lloyds ribs

"Get on the phone, Alan, and find out Marshall's burial arrangement, his family, all that. I'll cut the checks." Back in the office, finally alone with his thoughts, Jake stared out the window at the parking lot. He could see his own car from here and it never failed to make him smile when he saw his bright orange mustang waiting for him, inviting him to let the top back and feel the wind. Not today though. He didn't feel much like leaving and going anywhere.

Alpha Kyle's POV I paced around the room feeling rather uncomfortable. I was unable to sleep last night as my wolf didn't let me sleep. He had been disturbing me to look for our mate. Rejecting my mate wasn't a good decision as I didn't feel my body again. The pain was more than I had imagined. Even though I had tried to suppress it, I felt I couldn't continue to suppress it.