Jake & Friends Novels & Stories

He asked me. “Kai gave me my inheritance. We’ll be okay,” I said to him. “So what’s our plan, Jake?” He asked me. Slade has always called me Jake. He shortened Jericho Kiran to JK and that became Jake mainly because he had a speech impediment as a child and couldn’t pronounce his R’s until he was fourteen, but by that time Jake had stuck. “We’ll buy a house, get settled, register for school–” I began but he interrupted me.

​Before the engine could even cut out, the heavy oak front door of the main house slammed open. ​"Look who finally decided to bring the hostage!" a loud, booming voice echoed across the lawn. ​Jacob "Jake" Bill lounged on the porch railing, a half-eaten green apple in one hand and a basketball spinning effortlessly on the index finger of his other. Jake was nineteen, six-foot-one, with a messy, sun-bleached brown crew cut and sharp green eyes that always looked like they were searching for the nearest source of entertainment. He was Mike's childhood shadow—wherever Mike went, Jake was usually raiding the fridge or causing a scene close behind.

Jake Jake had spent a month at his cabin in Deep Creek Lake, Maryland, fixing it up, and trying to push his anger and humiliation away. He’d left a message for Bandit that he was out of town, and switched his phone off. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He’d said the same thing to Dominic and Hudson had sent him a text, offering to take him to some happy ending club. He’d laughed and politely declined Hudson’s invitation. He’d already heard the stories from Ethan about Hudson’s antics at sex clubs.

I crouch to his level and whisper, “Go to your room and play a video game, okay? Mommy needs to talk to Jake.” Dean nods, his eyes darting between Jake and me before running off to his room. I stand and gesture toward the couch. “Have a seat,” my voice shaky. Jake doesn’t respond. He sit down, his body tense. I sit opposite him, and the silence stretches on for a while. Finally, I break it. “What are you doing here, Jake? How did you find us?” The questions spill out, my curiosity and anxiety clawing at me. Jake frowns, as if my questions were ridiculous. “Karen escaped from prison,” he answers flatly and sighs before continuing. “I wanted to make sure you’re safe.”

Lilly: Jade, get over here now, baby, come meet your Uncle's friends. Jade : okay mom just let me do this next round Miles: okay Jade just one okay. Jade: got it , Jake wanna sparr Jake: with you beautiful any time. Jade's pov.hearing a growl again o shake my head seeing three guys with mom and Uncle Miles,they have black hair tan skin and green eyes and fuck why are all the guys freaking smoking hot damnit I'm gonna need new panties today , so getting ready for Jake I took off my crop top to reveal my dark purple sports bra hearing another growl I ask Jake.

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

Hero teased. “Shut up.” Doe glared at him, making Hero chuckle. “Hero isn’t babysitting you,” Jake said. “Besides, stop acting like you don’t like the idea of him being around longer. You two are practically best friends at this point.” He joked, making them all laugh. “She’s bad at pretending.” Hero teased again, tugging on her hair just to annoy her. “I swear I’ll—” “Alright, I’m leaving. I don’t wanna miss my flight.” Jake cut in.

Next to the car, Luke was standing with a few friends. Hurrying down the steps, Jake couldn't believe what he saw. His whole crew was downstairs and they greeted him happily. "Ey Jake, what's up!" "Brother!" They said, giving Jake half huggs. "I'm all good y'all, what are you all doing here?" Jake asked, joining them and completing the circle the men had formed. "Forgot what day it is? We're going to Hawaii, remember," Luke said excitedly. "How can he forget, he's the only one struggling with women problems," Louis added, sparking a few laughs.

"Friends. Just friends." Atasha "Just friends" is the biggest lie Khalia Salvador has ever told herself. Forty minutes later, the atmosphere inside Wildflour Uptown was loud, buzzing, and completely claustrophobic. The restaurant was packed with the usual corporate crowd, but our table felt like the epicenter of a localized storm system. Bea and Mark, our friends who had watched us grow from broke architecture students into functioning adults, were already three cocktails deep. They had practically pulled us into the booth, forcing Khalia and me to sit right next to each other on the plush leather banquette.