Jake English Novels & Stories

Christian rose from his chair and left as he needed to calm himself down before he does any stupidity. *** Jake was in a club with one of his friends, Jessica. They were having a couple of drinks together when he heard her saying. “So, did you tell her about your feelings?” Jessica asked. “No, I didn’t get a chance to say anything. Grandpa announced her wedding with Chris last night,” Jake answered and took a sip of his whiskey. “Oh yeah, I saw that in today’s newspaper, Hottest eligible bachelor of London is engaged to Indian Beauty,” Jessica mimicked, and Jake chuckled, lowering his head.

Jake, you fucking degenerate! Jake was smiling as he approached the center where Tales was slumped on the floor. Jake crouched beside him, microphone in hand, his sharp suit and confident smirk making him look every bit the master of ceremonies. He scanned the crowd, his voice dripping with mockery as he began. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Jake drawled, “tonight, you’re in for a more delicious treat. Meet Tales.” He gestured grandly at Tales, his grin widening. “He’s not just strong and defiant—oh no, that’s only the surface. This one? He’s a masterpiece of pleasure and pain. A fighter by day, and...” Jake leaned slightly toward the microphone, his voice dropping suggestively, “a dream in bed at

Out of the wayward traditional racism. One of the 8 Russian boys named Jake says "Okay, Mister! You look Russian, but let's see if you still got any money! Do you have money? Hope you have money!"😒 Jake used to be a Stadium vendor with his father, but after his father's murder, Jake lost the address of his dad's old Stadium workplace. A Russian Boy named John, an employee of Jake, as Jake was the boss, said "Yeah, dude! You need money to do laundry!"🤑

But we can't start anything, not yet anyway. Calm down Rey. Let's do this the right way. I reply and have to fight to push him back. “Out now” this Alpha's voice booms. “I think we are good” Jake speaks up, leaning forward so he can be seen too. “Alpha Jace I assume?” “Yeah, and who the fuck are you?” he snarls. Jake smiles “Nice to meet you, I am Beta Jake Joseph from Midnight Forest Pack.” He offers his hand. I am trying not to laugh, Jake is playing it overly polite and Alpha Jace looks completely thrown. He looks down at Jake’s hand he is offering him to shake and then looks at me.

I said to myself looking around to see which direction he was going to "How, where did he just disappear to" I said to myself as I walked over back to the reception to attend to the customers waiting. Jake Stewart happens to be the owner of Ember. He is a few inches above the average, with a stature that commands attention. His hair, a shade of rich chestnut, is always meticulously styled, framing a face marked by a well-groomed beard that complements his features. A tailored wardrobe always accentuates his confident presence, while his eyes, a shade of deep brown, reveal a blend of pride and intensity. Jake is a shrewd but ambitious businessman.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

I found Jake effortlessly moving around the kitchen. “So, what’s on the menu, chef?” I asked, peeking over his shoulder. He grinned, flipping a pancake with flair. “Pancakes, scrambled eggs, and a side of redemption for the caveman.” I laughed, appreciating the effort he was putting into both the meal and our jokes. I was glad he could understand the childish part of me. “By the way, we’re going to meet Conrad today.” I would appreciate your review. Thank you. Thank you.

He’s one of the best basketball players in the history of mankind - as he modestly put it in words - just like Jake is a legend in football. “Hey, Bobbie!” I know that voice, Maggie from Dance club. Me and her, we don’t see eye to eye on things. I hate that she’s acting all highly. The last time I saw her, she was making a freshman shine her shoes and to think that it was a damn sneaker irked me more. I plastered on a smile. “Maggie, what is it?” Jack’s brows furrowed. Maybe I wasn’t great at acting at all. But it’s hard to believe when I got an A on English lit. I played Juliet once and Jake was Romeo, maybe that’s the reason I got an A.

"Around midnight. You were already asleep." "Oh. Okay. How about Sally?" "She's not back yet. Which means we can have some father-daughter-alone time. Why don't you come down so we can talk over breakfast?" "I have nothing to talk about. Can I go back to sleep now?" "Fine. But I thought you'd be interested in telling me all about your boyfriend, Shawn." Jade rolled her eyes. "Shawn's not my boyfriend." "Your mother told her father that every time he spoke about me," Jacob said teasingly.

All you do all day is stay home and paint! Is he lying to give a good impression? Ryder narrowed his eyes at Jake. Sly fox! "What job?" Henry asked. Calmly, Jake picked up his fork and knife and looked at Henry, secretly feeling quite confident. Yet he didn't dare to look at Ryder when he answered. "I own a few galleries in a couple of towns and work as a writer too. I have published a few books so far and I'm recently working on a new one." As he said this, the expressions on Michelle and Henry got better, but Ryder kept staring at Jake like she was seeing him for the first time. This is Jake, right? My Jake? When.... How... Why don't I know anything about this!!!