Jake English Novels & Stories

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.

Emma said, opening Harper's with a snap. "Nor'd I," he said, grinning. "My brothers, I got five of 'em and I'm the young'un of the bunch, been trying for years t' encourage my education. Took me around t', well, sportin' houses, if you know what I mean." "Sir, please!" But thrills were racing, racing in her. She wasn't half convinced this was real, and thought she must have fallen asleep after all to be dreaming this conversation. "I was always a spot too shy back then, though," Jake said, shaking his head ruefully, as if amazed at his own foolishness. "Never did mor'n kiss a few. Name's Jake, by the way."

Jake tried to study me, but a little annoyed expression flickered under his arrogant exterior. "I understand you are sponsoring Elena, but I am here to save your day. Why don't you invest in my project, and the profits will be guaranteed? Unlike risking your investment in someone sure to go downhill," he said with confidence and a smirk. For a second, a wave of energy brushed my skin as if trying to convince me of what this asshole remarked. Strangely, there was something else behind Jake's background, and I needed to get Mac and Yuri to gather information on him.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

He said seriously. "What the fuck bro? I'm not a donkey!" He growled. "Says the man who dressed up as a donkey at my birthday party when I was 14." Max deadpanned. "I thought it was a dressing up party!" He reasoned. "Whatever, Jay this is Jake, Zach and Lydia son. And Jake this is my g—" "I already know my dear prince, you are his girlfriend, the queen it's such an honour to meet you. I am Jake Jacobs, the strongest knight in Raven." He introduced himself.

Even senior hunters like Kiara Decker, Grisha Frowler, and Akash Bakshi did not make any less of him. Jake was also famous for having a very lackadaisical personality. He detested going to events, parties, and even inter-clan meets. He rarely competed for battle tournaments and leaderboards positions. When several clans' prodigies were trying to earn a name for themselves and their clans, Jake rarely came out of his lukewarm bubble. Even his clan members were stressed about his fickle behavior. This had led others to believe that Jake Collins was a vulgar and unpleasant guy.

He began to pull her through the sand to a corner far off. Considering the sand,it was easy to drag her along but when her screams became too loud for him to bear, he covered her mouth with his large palm, suppressing the loudest of her scream. .... Jake had arrived since one that afternoon. He didn't ask for Jamie's whereabouts because he came to the conclusion that she must be at her small shop. He had arrived from England since last week but he'd stayed away he wasn't ready to show himself to anyone. He was still nursing his pain and heartbreak. It hit him hard to finally realize that he's lost his grip on Diana.But the heart break wouldn't last for long until the deal between him and the

Jake said he’d land in New York that very day. Jake was an overachiever, always had been. Missing academics to help me wasn’t just a favor — he’d probably turn it into a project and earn credit for it. He worked as a freelancer while pursuing his Master’s at Oxford University. His graduation ceremony was just a few months away, and yet he was willing to drop everything for me.