Jake English Novels & Stories

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.

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

And she knew just the person. Natalia stomped out of the school and flagged down a cab, heading straight to the outskirts of the town to a small farm. It was run by a man named Jake, who used it as his base to carry out his secret agency, running a small but efficient spy network. Jake was a human, but he knew about the existence of werewolves and other supernatural beings. He had contacts and clients from all walks of life. He was famous for being discreet, professional, and expensive.

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.

"I'm Jake, by the way. And you look like someone who's been wrestling with the same chapter for hours." How could he possibly know that? Emma clutched her pen tighter. "What makes you say that?" "The defeated slump of your shoulders, the aggressive laptop closing, and the fact that you've been unconsciously tapping out the rhythm of 'help me' in Morse code on the table for the past five minutes." Emma's hand stilled. She had been tapping. "You know Morse code?" "Former Eagle Scout. Also, current insomniac who reads way too much." Jake leaned back in his chair, studying her with those unnervingly perceptive green eyes. "So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..."

I asked, my voice coming out breathier than I intended because just being near him made me imagine dropping to my knees right there in the dirt and sucking his cock until my throat bulged. He wiped his hands on his jeans and turned fully toward me, his gaze dropping straight to my heaving tits and then lower to where my dress had hiked up. He didn’t even try to hide it. “Trails? Yeah, plenty. But a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be wandering alone up here,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, already laced with filthy intent. “Name’s Jake. You the new folks in the big cabin?” “Yeah… I’m Lena,” I replied, not pulling my dress down. I let him look, my pussy throbbing as a fresh gush of wetn