Jake English Novels & Stories

And he wonders how any man could take her for granted, unless you are Rome Martinez. He thought more of himself than he thought of his wife. That’s how. Jake was still in the mindset of being at the Ranch. He had to ensure that Hailey and the baby were well-fed and taken care of first. Jake smiled, thinking about how well she handled last night. He never expected her acting to be so realistic. During his absence, he researched Rome’s past and his financial history. Jake learned that he was a runway model for years. His good looks and height made him devastatingly handsome; he was also a playboy in Paris. Hailey should have held herself back from dating him.

Jake made quick introductions, his hand not leaving me, his voice steady, he was protecting me , or maybe himself. We sat on a long glass dinning table, framed by white orchids every move felt watched every bite or sip felt like an audition. “And Chloe, what is that you do?” Asked Jake’s mother, Evelyn Wolfe. “I__” “She is in hospitality.” Said Jake before I responded. “Hospitality? Like in the hotel?” She raised an eyebrows. “I’d say more like that, I have always been passionate about helping people and making them feel safe.” Jake grinned without looking at me, he sipped his wine and held my hand, squeezing it gently.

“I’m alright. Won a couple local competitions last year.” Jake glanced at me, and I could see the slight shift in his posture. The kid wasn’t backing down, and that was something. “What about school?” Jake pressed. “You get good grades?” “Yeah,” Maverick replied, his voice steady. “I’m on the honor roll. Math and science are my strongest subjects. I’m thinking about applying for an engineering program next year.” Now that got my attention. Jake’s too. He leaned against the pool table, crossing his arms but not with the same menace as before. “Engineering, huh? That’s ambitious. You got a plan, or just talkin’?”

"As long as Father is okay with it." "It’s more than just okay," Jake said, leaning back in his chair with a glass of wine. "I’m going to try to set you up with Brown Jones. He’s confirmed he'll be there." "Brown Jones?" Mom exclaimed, her eyes widening. "The hottest biker in the world! He’s a legend." She giggled, caught up in the celebrity of it all, but Jake’s gaze narrowed playfully. "What do you mean he’s the hottest?" Jake asked, his voice low. "I thought I was your hottest biker in the world."

something told her, there was gonna be a big blood bath, and innocent people were going to die. James stopped by the first building. She could see he was communicating through his ear piece with someone. She tapped on her key pad on her sleeve to try and enhance her hearing, she somehow was able to hack onto his conversation, muting her voice to avoid being caught in their new invader. "Ok, in position. Waiting on your command. " she hears the voice of James. Then she here's a voice that is unfamiliar to her. A husky man's voice, a bit of a British, maybe a Londoner's accent on the other side of the line.

The rogue across the river was Jake, Alpha Clement’s brother. Xandar’s features stiffened, and he emitted a low growl in Jake’s way for speaking to Lucianne in that flirtatious manner. Jake had short, black hair with a good build to match his flawless bad-boy look. His stormy-grey eyes studied the King only momentarily before his sights returned to Lucianne. “I heard that you got yourself a King, Lucy. Can’t say I’m surprised you managed that, given your ability to charm…”

Jake quickly pulled back and gently closed the small wound with his tongue. Two tiny marks remained on Alex’s neck. “I’m not turning you,” Jake said. “Just… tasting.” Alex laughed breathlessly. “That might be the craziest night of my life.” They lay by the fire talking for a long time. Jake told him pieces of his past—being turned in 1876 in London, living through different eras, and using sports like hockey to stay connected to the world. “Hockey keeps me sane,” Jake admitted. “But you… you actually see me.”

“You know I’m always in” Jake walked to the table and picked up his bone with his left hand, the cup of beer was in the right hand. “Its boss” he whispered to Brandon before answering the call. “Hello boss” “Hey man, what’s up with you?” Isabella greeted in a friendly manner. “Nothing much boss, what about you?” Cole replied “Same here, I’m just trying to get used to the country” ‘Oh, America is cool; you’d sure find it lovely”

I look Jake up on his social media profile and bam, there she is… “Maddy Roe Shaw.”