Jake From Twilight Novels & Stories

This statement by Jake shows he is familiar with wolf shifters and has access to further information on the supernatural. Holding Jake by the collar, I scowled at him as his face contorted in fear. "So you know about me, huh? What is the source of your knowledge of such private information? What do you want from Elena?" I growled. "I won't be able to provide you with any information. I obey commands. Alpha, I am a pawn. I am just a mere warlock," Jake said as I choked his neck in a squeaky voice.

But I hear him prowling toward me, his presence a darkness threatening to suffocate me from the inside out. Jake , called him. A name I know very well. A name I’ve feared for years. Jake isn’t just the Carnage Island Alpha. He’s the Black Mountain Alpha’s son. The same one who slaughtered Alpha Bryson’s daughter. That’s why he’s here not for being rejected, but for slaughtering his mate. And my wolf decided to nap in his bed. Now she’s ignoring him, content to relax in his presence, utterly unaware of the growing tension in the room.

Definitely, because of the kiss. "So Jake is Midnight?" Jasmine asked. She's still trying to process this. Ryder nodded proudly, hugging Jake's waist. "Yup. Isn't he handsome?" EXTRA: Meanwhile Henry ~ Henry: *wailing* Honey! Wuwuwu. Prepare my sword. Wuwuwu. Our daughter is dating a bigger brat. Wuwuwuwu. Michelle: ....

he asks, and I shake my head in response. We sat quietly around the dinner table with Micah, who had a sly smile on his face, completely unaware of what had transpired when Ace took me upstairs. Next to him was Jake, introduced as his cousin from their mother’s side of the family. Like the two brothers, Jake was undeniably good-looking, boasting flawless caramel skin and those perfect lashes that seemed to amplify his charming features, while his light gray eyes held a captivating depth, making the atmosphere at the table both inviting and slightly electric.

There is no way he would have heard me from that distance except. He made his way over to us and his scent hit me like a ton of bricks. He’s a werewolf. I can’t get anything other than that because one of the side effects of the potion is I can’t smell people’s ranks or packs. “I’ll see you later Charlie,” Mrs. Wiggins said with a wink as she hurried off; traitor. He set down the things he had picked and I began to ring them up. “So Charlie,” he began and I just gave him a small hum in response, “I’m Jake.”

As usual, Jake doesn't say anything when he sees me, but his eyebrows raise nearly into his hairline, which isn't the norm and I smile, giving him a little wave in greeting. "Well, this is a nice surprise." A big bloke with greying hair steps in front of Jake, his large hand landing on Jake's shoulder. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend Jake. What can I get you love? Anything you want, on the house." "Well, thank you. I'd love a sprite." I say, giving him my cheesiest smile. "She's not my girlfriend, Derek." Jake narrows his eyes at me, so I turn my smile on him.

The moment the anger took over him he couldn’t turn back. Jake walked back to the building to the outside tap to clean off. “Come on Kyle we have a game to get to.” Jake threw over his shoulder and Kyle got up and stood next to Jake. He looked even healthier then he had looked when he was alive. “Are you a Vampire?” He asked Jake. “Yes I am.” Jake replied as if they were making small talk. “And you bit me and now I’m one?” Kyle asked. “Exactly only now you have a clean slate.” Jake answered with a smile and turned to

I said softly as he sank down on the couch beside me, his body heavy with weariness. He let out a long breath. “I’m guessing this is about what you saw earlier.” I nodded, hesitating only for a second. “Yeah, what was that thing? Why was it following me?” I asked, searching his face for answers. “That… was Zion. He’s the demon lord hunting your coven. He’s also been after my pack, trying to take control ever since my parents died. He thinks I’m weak,” Jake explained, a hint of anger flashing in his tired eyes. “But I won’t let him take my pack, and I sure as hell won’t let him hurt you.”

Sylvie had raised me, and been my rock, and I couldn’t betray her trust. Sylvie’s joy was a bitter reminder of what I wished I could have. She had never been this lively before. Was Jake bringing out a side of her that I would never experience? It crushed me. Why wasn’t this person me? “Hi, I’m Jake. Jake Black of the Blackmoon Pack,” he introduced himself, extending his hand. “Are we doing business?” I pouted, struggling to act like an enthusiastic eighteen-year-old. My thoughts were a mess. I wanted to pull him closer, but I had to maintain control. I forced a giggle and waved, trying to show enthusiasm.

My stomach waved when I saw him stand, then sat across us, crossing his legs, looking mighty fine in his suit. “Do you mind, Kingsley? I want to see her come undone.” I shivered. I wanted that. But...in front of Conrad? The corner of Jake’s lips rose to a sexy smirk. “I’m jealous, okay? There, I said it.” I admitted, hoping Jake would finally stop his torment, but I was wrong. Very wrong. “That pleased me so much,” he said, then stood up. Confused, my eyes followed him as he sat next to Conrad, leaning forward, holding the remote in his hand.