Jake D Marshall Novels & Stories

He chuckled and I stared at Jaxon who was smiling sadly. "Lol. How's your girlfriend? I hope you've stopped your promiscuous ways?" Jaxon asked, trying to change the topic. "Jaxon , I'm also married. It's an arranged marriage but it seems like we'll divorce each other anytime soon. She's a dog and..." He trailed off as Richard walked to our table with a beautiful young girl beside him. "Richie, you're still single. I think it's high time you stop taking your younger sister to parties as your date" the guy said with a mocking smirk.

My mind was a million miles away, but I nodded absentmindedly and let him lead me out the door, his hand gripping mine tightly. Jake was wearing a full ensemble of black clothing: jean pants, t-shirt, and boots. His wardrobe almost seemed like an expression of my inner turmoil. We step outside the cabin and away from the estate. Allison gave me a friendly wave, and I grinned back at her. How would I even manage? But I had to be selfless for Allison’s sake; since meeting Harper, she looked much more content, even though she was sick. “Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise. You need to trust me.” Jake gave his award-winning smile and took my hand once again. “You’ll love it.”

Lucia also ignored my phone, she just took care of me all day and gave me love, while the time passed slowly. The next day I could walk and lie down in bed like a normal person, I no longer depended on Lucia to get up and change my clothes, I remembered how difficult it had been to live a few hours ago. However, when I left the room to join Matheus, my girlfriend's father was in the living room. He looked at me somewhat indignantly. "So you're Jared Ackerman?" "Uh... Yeah..." "The wolves in the woods are pretty weird, especially the ones in your family. Did you know your dad was a mobster and did time?"

Dan mocked him. “I will kill you!” Jake declared in his determined tone, his eyes void of any emotions. Dan stared at him for a few moments and then burst into a series of laughter. “Don’t crack jokes when you are serious, boy. You will kill your dad? Really?” Jake walked forward and stood in front of him. “Look into my eyes. Do you find any fatherly love for you?” Jake asked, and Dan’s laugh came to a halt. “Stick to your promise, dad. You said you won’t hurt Mishka if I agreed to marry Jessica. I am ready to marry her, but you will stay away from Mishka.” Jake said with a heavy heart and turned to leave.

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

Jake was the only one who nodded at me in acknowledgment. This should be fun. After a few minutes, of them talking and ignoring my existence, it was finally time to go. Jake and I arranged the equipments we will be needing, while Thom said goodbye to Martha, his wife. Looking at him, you would think he was a gentlemen. Ok maybe am painting him out to be some bad guy, yes he is a ruthless business man. You have to be ruthless if you wanted to survive the cooperate world. Sometimes, I actually respect the guy. He built the Sinclair Empire at age twenty two and at forty eight, he is already retired, enjoying his money.

"I wasn't expecting to see you until tomorrow." "I wanted to run through the acoustics early," he replied, his gaze lingering on Amity. "This venue is notorious for its... peculiarities." His attention shifted to Jake, eyes narrowing slightly. "And you must be the shipping heir. I've been reading quite a bit about you lately." "Jake Monroe," Jake confirmed, extending his hand with deliberate courtesy. "I've heard about you as well." Marcus took the offered hand, his grip unnecessarily firm. "All good things, I hope?"

"Dude, that was brutal." "Was it?" I turned my gaze back to my screen. "She started it first." "Miranda's been gunning for Damien's attention for years. Then he shows up married? She's losing it." He grinned, revealing slightly crooked teeth. "I'm Jake, by the way, I work in Accounting." "Lyra." I replied. "Apparently Miranda's personal nightmare." "She'll get over it. Or she won't. Either way, it's entertaining." He disappeared back into his cubicle with a soft rustle of papers.

"I will pay you back all your dirty money, I do not want to owe you anything, Jake!" "Oh wow you really thought that last one would do something to me, well you're mistaken Marcy. I have accepted that I'm Jake and I will always be Jake so feel free to call me Jake, shorter than Garreth right?" Garreth said in a composed voice, doing exactly what his psychologist had advised him to do if he ever came to terms with this confrontation. No being able to piss Off Garreth really irritated Marcela. "Are you sure you aren't pretending to not being able to use your legs? We know you're a compulsive liar dear." He added. "What so you can push me off the stairs when no one is watching?"

Witches and wolves don’t get along, but what does it mean when Arla is both? Jake was very tall, and very good looking. He was nineteen years old and had close-cropped black hair and striking sea-blue eyes. He spent a lot of time training outdoors, and his skin was permanently sun-kissed as a result. And oh, the muscles. He had muscles upon muscles.