Jake From Twilight Novels & Stories

Jake stood with his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark hoodie, his large 6'6" frame blending into the midnight shadows. He had only managed to slip away because Avery had been forced to return to her dorm to change after a grueling evening block. He knew his time was extremely limited before she picked up his trail again. A few steps below him stood Marcus, a seasoned Pack Warrior and one of the very few high-ranking wolves who remained fiercely loyal to the prince over the tyrannical King Magnus. Jake didn't turn his head, his golden eyes scanning the empty, frost-covered football field. "No one is a phantom, Marcus. She exists. Her scent is real. She has a weakness, and I want it. B

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.

I raise a brow. Natalie chuckles. "I've worked with them, Jaxon. I've seen how they follow you and take every play you give seriously. That's the kind of loyalty you see between family members, not just teammates." She pauses. "What about Jake? Is he in your pack too? Is he a werewolf?" The mention of Jake makes my mood darken immediately. "No. He's human." Natalie raises an eyebrow, clearly picking up on my tone. "Is that jealousy in your voice, Jaxon?"

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

I found out that Jake was only eighteen years old but had already been chosen to be a high-ranked warrior. I was impressed with his skills; we had a training session together along with Tina and Elijah. He was strong for his age, his wolf larger than most. I had been in regular contact with Torey and Luara; Linda and Jaxon had been staying on his territory. I had found myself on the phone with him every night, talking for hours before I would go to bed. I couldn't help but want to talk to him, finding myself missing his voice once the call ended.

My breath hitched as I looked up— Straight into the stormy blue eyes of Jake Blaze. Of course. Of course it was him. He stood there with tousled black hair, a leather jacket, and that infuriating smirk that could charm a snake. He was Willow Court High’s walking red flag—the kind parents warned daughters about and teachers pretended not to fear. “Sorry!” I squeaked, scrambling for my books before I cried or screamed—whichever came first. Jake didn’t bother responding. He just walked away, his friends snickering as he joined them.

“Who is he?” Jake finally got up, brushing dust off his expensive pants, and stared straight at me. “You really don’t know?” he said, walking toward me. I tried to stand my ground, but I kept stepping back. “Your parents didn’t tell you because they were embarrassed. My name is Jake. One of the twin of the Second Family.” The Second Family. My heart dropped. One of the four great families. Far bigger than the Midnights. “And,” Jake said, stepping closer, “I’m Dave Crown’s best friend and ally.”

Before he could answer, a sharp voice cut through the air like a blade. “Well well well. Isn’t this cute.” My blood froze. Jake. He stood a few feet away, leaning against the doorway of the gym entrance like he owned the entire world. His eyes weren’t their usual cold blue. They were darker. Wilder. The kind of dark that promised destruction. He pushed off the wall and walked toward us slowly, eyes locked on Ivan. “So this is where you ran off to,” he said to me, but his glare was burning into Ivan like fire.

Jake ignores it anyway and just strides toward me, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “Hey, babe,” he kisses me on the cheek and slides into the chair next to me, stealing my last waffle. “Hey,” I hold his face and brush the dark eye circles under his eyes. He looks so much different from Ben, with a softer face, golden brown hair, and a pretty birthmark right above his upper lip. They both have quite unique features, like long eyelashes and thin lips. Jake reaches for my neck and crashes his lips onto mine, claiming them in a not-so-soft kiss right there in front of Ben. He pulls away from me and goes in to steal my juice again.

I just don't know what he wants with me. "Let him in, but tell him I don't have a lot of time," I say. A few moments later, Jake walks into my office. He's a handsome young man, but he is not Damon. He looks like a little boy. Damon is a man. I don't think Jack has ever grown up. He is so like a high school boy. I know his parents are wealthy. I also know that he was very spoiled in school. At first, he would not take no for an answer. He pestered me until I told him that I am not interested in him and I am going to marry Mike. Jake was not happy. I remember him wanting to hit Mike. I told him it won't change my feelings for Mike. I think that is what made him stop. Anyway, that happened yea