Jake From Twilight Novels & Stories

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

I announced, which made their eyes widen. Omar, the leader of the elders, stood and looked at me seriously, "You know what the rules are, Princess Aarhea," he said. "You will take your throne if you find your future Alpha! So it is impossible what you are talking about!" Roman reminded me. "I already found my mate!" I looked at Jake, who was standing beside the door. They all looked at Jake. "Who is he?" Omar asked. "He's Jake, a wolfless werewolf!" Amara answered from nowhere.

He turns around, his eyes fierce. "I didn't love anyone. It was endless torture," he replies, "girl after girl...but never a connection." "It's stupid to love someone who isn't your mate," Jake interjects, "because you can only break that person's heart." Silence reigns as another character enters the scene. A cold, dark man appears next to Bella, conversing with her in a low voice. "Is that Edward? "The true characteristics of a Twilight fan," Jake laughs, "and yes, he is."

My name is Jake. I am the only son of my father Alaric who was an Alpha and my mother Edith, a human. My mother was a vet when she met my father in his wolf form. The hunters had attacked and brought him to her so she could heal him, and they would them take him and use him as bait to lure other wolves out. They knew he was the alpha of his pack and when he lets out a howl, they would all come together.

Jake “Uncle, please tell we took a wrong turn somewhere.” That was the only logical explanation Jake could come up with seeing now there was a field where his newly acquired pack used to be. “We did not take a wrong turn, but something is not right here” seeing that the alpha and beta were clueless about what was happening. A warrior came forward. “I am sorry to interrupt alpha, but I think I might have an idea of what is happening here.” Both Jake and Martin looked at the warrior. “Speak your mind.” Jake just wanted to know what happened to his pack. “Well, you might not know this, but I was born from a witch mother and a werewolf father.”

Perfection, that is all I could say about my life with Jake now. Everything was too perfect as if...it wasn't even real like it was all just a dream that could be snatched away if I dared to blink an eye. Jake was everything I have ever dreamed of, he was too handsome with a body built for a Greek God but he worked for it day and night. Working out was like something werewolves had to do without even thinking about it, they just did it because it's in their nature. Jake cared for me, I couldn't complain really but ever since he found out he was born of royalty he has been...distracted.

Jake freezes as does the dark beauty in front of him. “Wow, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,” she says looking at him. She drops her gun and stares into Jakes black eye. “I’m ordered to kill you, why can’t I?” Jake gives Hank back control. “Because we are mates,” Hank answers. “I’m Hank Reynolds.” “Juliet Collins,” she says, smirking at his naked body. “I feel the connection.

Every inch of him was relaxed and alert, like a panther about to pounce on its prey and damn, my core clenched with longing and my heart twisted with pain because I wasn’t right beside him. A hubbub of voices speaking over each other grabbed my attention and I swiftly snapped my neck towards the entrance, my lips pulling into a straight line as I noticed Jake walking in with Jessica. Okay, my family wasn’t the sole representative of the Crescent pack but why were they late? I couldn’t mull over that thought as I took in their clothes. Jake was dressed in a pure white tux that was spotless like the clouds on a sunny day while Jessica was dressed in a pure red halter neck gown that brushed her

Jake asked, grinning. “Sorry, your little trick won’t work on me,” he added, tapping his temple. Sarah felt insulted. A cold spike of anger under her ribs. Who is he?. She thought. Her eyes caught a guy walking at the end of the hall. Same build. Same walk. “No, you are supposed to be dead,” she muttered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Jake turned to look at the person. "That's Bonnie's boyfriend Kyle," Jake said. "Why would you be wishing him dead?" His expression turned serious for the first time.

​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.