Jake English Novels & Stories

That is all. ‘Mate! Mate!’ Mina is screaming in my mind. “Look how handsome he is!’ She isn’t wrong to be fair. He is tall, muscular. With a headful of dark hair, short at the sides, but flopping into his face. His eyes are a piercing grey. And such a strong jaw, defined further by the stubble dotted along it. “Jake this Rose Cartwright” the woman next to him smiles “Rose, this is our Beta and business partner, Jake Joseph. I am Lilah Winters. My husband Knox is back at the pack at the moment, but is able to come along if you should need him to attend”

Jake had been about fifteen and had found the visit very boring. He had walked around the whole station and had found Seth in the evidence room going through the boxes. As he had entered the room Jake had given Seth a fright and had nearly shot Jake with the gun he had just found. “Who the hell are you and what you doing here?” Seth had asked Jake. “My dad The King has come to see if your dad is doing his job, I’m Prince Alekai Jakesworth but you can call me Jake. Take that gun off me before I have you

“Mates have problem leaving their mates alone. I can see how you look at him. Can't you feel it too?” “If you accept Jake, your fated mate, you two will create the strongest pack in existence.” He continued. “So, Jake is a werewolf?” “Yes, and as the son of an Alpha, I can assure you he can protect you. But only if you stop running away.” I nodded in agreement, but suddenly, a wave of nausea struck me. The sheer amount of information was overwhelming and made my head spin. As the feeling faded, I took a deep breath to calm myself before continuing: "I need some time to think this over," I said.

Emma had begged me to stay over for our usual end-of-year sleepover, complete with junk food, bad movies, and way too much cheap wine her dad pretended not to notice. Except this time, everything felt different. Jake was in the kitchen when I walked in, his broad back to me as he flipped burgers on the indoor grill. Six-foot-four of pure, disciplined muscle earned from fifteen years in the military before he retired to raise Emma alone. His dark hair was cropped short, silver just starting to thread through at the temples, and the tight black T-shirt he wore stretched across shoulders that looked strong enough to carry the weight of the world. Or me. God, the thought alone made my thighs pre

Jake shrugged,just then someone shouted from afar. “Celinah,oh my gosh” It was Chris,Jake's twin brother who is actually gay .He was carrying two distinctive bags in his hands full of girlie shopping. He dropped the bags on the ground next to Jake and embraced me tightly . “Ohh girl,how have yoh been” He smiled holding my hands,Jake grimaced. “Am fine Chris,I can see you gleaming gal” I taunted,Chris grinned while turning slowly. “You can say that again”

"I don't know, maybe busy with their business." "Hmm? Business? What do you mean by that?" "Huh? I mean, they have their business, right?" Wait, do they have? "I don't think so, I know Zeke has but Jake doesn't has. He's a model or something, that's what I heard." How come I didn't know about that? I've been friends with them. "Oh, right! Jake has a business, the agency he's modeling right now is owned by him and he also has a hospital." What?

MIRANDA Jake, short for nothing because his parents' looked at him the day he was born and said to themselves 'This face looks like a Jake', made up for his boring, simple name with his looks and — above all — his knowledge. I had the pleasure of having a short conversation with him before the class could begin and I learned that he was both well-spoken and the complete opposite of my sister. Whereas she could have ruled a town named 'Grumpyville' her counterpart was all sunshine, rainbows, and freaking unicorns. He smiled more than me and every smile that graced his soft-featured face was nothing short of genuine. He was nineteen but had been teaching self-defense since the age of sixteen w

His smile was easy, like he already knew me. “You ever read this?” he asked, holding the book up. I glanced at the cover. “Years ago. Depressing, but brilliant.” He stood up fully. God. He was tall and lean but not lanky. His whole physique felt just… right. “Yeah, I think I’m in the mood for depressing and brilliant,” he said. “I’m Jake, by the way.” “Lena,” I said, and we shook hands. His grip was warm and firm.

“Emma, how are you?” He smiles as he approaches me at the bar. Jake is a lecturer in Social Studies (whatever that means), so as well as having a bum I could keep under observation all day, he’s a chatty man too. He’s wearing fitted jeans, vintage trainers and a T-shirt showing off biceps that could have been inflated with a tyre pump. I’ve dressed in what could be the first thing to fall out of my wardrobe – skinny jeans with a cotton shirt and military boots.

The half ended just after the ball went through the uprights, and the Eagles ran into the locker room leading three to zip. "Do you want anything from the concession?" Jake stood up, stretching. I watched him, trying to look at him through eyes that didn't only see Leo. Yeah, Jake was cute, in a geeky, hipster sort of way. His reddish-brown hair was a little longer than I liked on a guy, but his eyes were bright blue and wide. Now they gazed down at me as his question lingered in the air.