Novel & Cerita Jake English Homestuck 2

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

My brain and mind ruminating and pondering over just two words, one person, and a newfound sheer evil. Alpha Jake.

"Clinging to the hollow shell of a marriage? You make it sound so noble. It's you who's been pestering Susanne all along. Yet, you still dare to say, right to my face, that Susanne is your wife? "You must have a death wish for trying to hit on my fiancee. I'm gonna make sure the whole world sees what a shameless homewrecker you are!" Stanley blocked the door to stop anyone from entering or leaving the restroom, then pulled out his phone to record a video. "Check this out, everyone. This homewrecker has been trying to seduce my fiancee. My fiancee ignored him, but he still wouldn't give up. Now he's followed us all the way to our workplace. Are homewreckers these days really this shameless?"

Now can we talk like civilized vampires?" Jake asked in a stern voice. Well we can't. Cause I'm not a full vampire!!? I'm also part witch and Angel you douchebag!!! "I heard that but I'm going to pretend I didn't. Tara, what's going on?" He asked. I thought I told him to stop poking into my mind. "Stop reading my mind, you creep!" I said. He looked annoyed and irritated at the sly smirk on my face.

M iranda looked into the face of her lover, or what she’d thought was her lover. His mouth wasn’t right. It was huge and black and seeping across his face in a way that no human mouth should. The hand across her mouth didn’t feel like a hand anymore. The sharp tips of his fingers dug into her cheek and tore the skin. I want to go home. I want my mommy. L auren fiddled with the hem of her shirt. It seemed like Jake had been gone a very long time, though looking at the lines for every booth it was probably to be expected. She’d lost sight of him in the crowd—an easy thing to do when you’re

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​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.

 ~LEAH~ Jake has already been discharged from the hospital and we have come back to live in his mansion. He decides to stay at home for at least two weeks before resuming work.

Jake smile “And you all should take care of the mansion, especially since the stalker is no longer stalking the mansion I could tell something is off” “Shit, that's true, we haven't heard from the stalker for a while” Kant exclaimed, and Jake sighed at him while Smart shook his head tiredly, making me smile, “Goodnight guys” I waved at them and went upstairs