Jake D Marshall Novels & Stories

Marcus sat at the head like he was born there, cutting his steak with precise strokes while Mom chattered about her latest interior design client. “So, Lila,” Marcus said, his voice cutting through Mom’s story like a knife through silk, “how’s that boyfriend of yours? The one studying… what was it? Street art?” I stiffened. Jake. Of course he’d bring him up. I’d mentioned Jake once in passing last week, mostly to test the waters. Big mistake. “He’s fine,” I said, keeping my tone light. “And it’s not street art. He’s a mixed media artist. Does installations, conceptual stuff. Really talented.”

Jake wasn't just talking about editing there was something else in his tone, his proximity, the way he looked at her like he could see straight through her carefully constructed defenses. "What if I can't?" she whispered. "What if I try to go deeper and there's nothing there?" "Then you'll have learned something important about yourself." Jake's smile was gentle now, almost tender. "But I don't think that's what we'll find." Emma wanted to ask what he thought they would find, but before she could form the question, Jake's phone buzzed. He glanced at it and frowned. "I have to take this it's Martha." He answered the call. "Hi, Martha. How are you feeling today?"

She nodded slowly without arguing again. Jake didn't play with his words. He drove her to campus. He even opened the door for Maria to get out of the car. Causing many pairs of eyes to turn to them. No, to be more precise with Jaccob. Who's do not know? Jaccob is a successful young businessman who is famous for his work as a playboy. After Maria got off, Jake immediately got into his car and drove off the campus. Meanwhile, Maria grew annoyed with Jake's behavior. Look, here are a lot of disapproving stares thrown at him for successfully luring a Jaccob Ainsley.

Mariot asked with eyes popping out. "Wait, what? As in the billionaire Jake Larson?" Daisy asked with a stern face. "The most sort out Batchelor of LA Jake Larson?" Shooting up to her feet and grabbing her phone, Mariot googled Jake's pictures and flashed the phone to Dohana. "Dohana, is this the Jake Larson you speaking of?" Dohana leaned closer to take a look. She grabbed the phone in excitement. "Yes, that's him. That's my Jake." Daisy and Mariot couldn't believe their ears, they looked at each other before hopping up looking exctatic.

He asked me. “Kai gave me my inheritance. We’ll be okay,” I said to him. “So what’s our plan, Jake?” He asked me. Slade has always called me Jake. He shortened Jericho Kiran to JK and that became Jake mainly because he had a speech impediment as a child and couldn’t pronounce his R’s until he was fourteen, but by that time Jake had stuck. “We’ll buy a house, get settled, register for school–” I began but he interrupted me.

His tie was loose, and he was chewing on a toothpick with a frantic energy. "They're in there," Marcus whispered, leaning in. "Vanguard brought their own medical consultant. They’re going to ask for a physical demonstration, Jake. They want to see you walk a straight line without the cane." Jake’s grip on my arm tightened until it was borderline painful. "They want a show? I'll give them a show."

“We’re here to honor our friend.” “How did you know him?” Jake asked, frowning at his hand as though wondering if the flask had vanished into thin air. “College, actually,” Caleb replied. “We were both going for a medical degree.” Jake snorted again. “Jake…” the coach murmured in a warning tone. “What? Will could have gone to the big leagues. He wanted to. But Daddy interfered again,” Jake said nastily. “Mr. Masterson is grieving.” The coach took him by the shoulders. “Come on, let’s get some air.”

Jake greeted deferentially, hastily moving forward with his guards behind. "I'm exceedingly busy. Why are you here?" Mark asked point black. One thing he didn't like was being visited without an appointment, in other words extemporaneously. "Two things!" Jake replied immediately. "Go on..." "Firstly, to wish you a big congratulations! You've left the single life brotherhood." Jake said with a bright smile. Jake didn't care. He just smiled back, after all he was only getting married because his grandfather, Kelly Owens made it necessary and to be more specific, he even chose a wife for him.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

The kind of man who finds answers no one else can. I hesitate for a moment, then hit call. He picks up on the second ring. “Jake. What can I do for you?” His voice is calm, professional, with just enough curiosity to make my throat tighten. “I need you to find someone,” I say, forcing my voice steady. “Name?” “Alex Marshall. My brother.” There’s a pause. “Didn’t he move abroad?”