Jake Gillan Novels & Stories

Her team all nod in agreement. “DDG?” I ask under my breath and Jake turns to look at me with his hands on his hips. He may be gay, but I know the guy could probably knock men bigger and scarier than me on their ass. Jake is an ex MMA fighter, but his passion is hair and flair, apparently from what Mouse found in his file. “Drop dead gorgeous. Come on, big boy, learn the lingo.” He says and we all chuckle. “Still, I don’t see why she would be jealous.” Melody says, her voice small and vulnerable.

“Hey, you must be Celina.” Celina shook his hand. “You must be Jake.” “Jake is a Cherokee County deputy,” Gabe added. Celina nodded and studied Jake. It would be nice to know someone in law enforcement, in case Saul decided to step over the line. It was a lucky thing she’d run into Natalie. “It’s really nice to meet you. Natalie speaks highly of you.” She had. Celina already thought better of Jake after his fiancée’s glowing praise. Why couldn’t she think the same of Gabe when everyone who knew him trusted him?

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

I noticed some of the onlookers had cringed at his tone, taking a few steps back as if they could escape his rage. "Is this true son?" Alpha George frowned, leaning down to get a good look at Jakes face. "I didn't do anything she didn't want." Jake spat, his eyes locked on my face. I noticed the blood running down his nose and wondered if that was Alpha Killian's doing. "It would serve you well to keep your mouth shut." Alpha Killian spat, his voice sounding like it's own weapon. "L-Let me deal with him." Alpha George spoke up, trying to sound like he had some shred of authority. It sounded like a pathetic imitation of Alpha Killian.

His grin was wicked, but his eyes glittered with the kind of dangerous amusement that said he was enjoying this far too much. “Well, well,” he said, tilting the paper so I could see the headline again.“I guess they finally caught wind.” I swallowed hard. “It’s not what it looks like.” “Relax.” He chuckled, low and knowing. “I don’t actually care. But I’ve got to hand it to you, Lily—you’ve managed to do what half this city’s women would sell their souls for. The great Jake Ryland, brought down by a ski instructor.” Heat flared in my cheeks, part anger, part shame. “It’s not like that.”

Master Joshua said, speaking of his daughter Rachel. "He is twenty-years her senior." William added. "Father was in his forties and your mother was nineteen, what's your point?" Master Gerald rudely remarked. This meant that Master Joshua's first born, Milton is the same age with Williams mother. Master Gerald Gallagher, the third born, born to the first wife. Hideous like the rest, I wouldn't take it away from him. He had a long beard as well that he was very proud of. I'd like to think Master Joshua and his sons kept their beards because it almost covered how hard-featured they were. First of it was that nose, goodness when I say that nose... better believe that it stood long, big and tall

Witches and wolves don’t get along, but what does it mean when Arla is both? Jake was very tall, and very good looking. He was nineteen years old and had close-cropped black hair and striking sea-blue eyes. He spent a lot of time training outdoors, and his skin was permanently sun-kissed as a result. And oh, the muscles. He had muscles upon muscles.

"Look at this, Alpha." Jake frowned. "Shane, I'm in the middle of-" Shane cut in, voice urgent. "Just look." Jake sighed but took the photo. He unfolded it. There was Giselle-no, Emily-smiling beside a tall, strong man with gold eyes and regal posture. Jake's breath caught. "Giselle...?" Shane nodded. "Yes. But look at the man with her. That's Alpha Jason StoneWood from Moon Crest Pack." Jake stared at the photograph, mouth firm. "Jason StoneWood... what is he doing with Giselle?"

Craved more. Across the room, Jake leaned against a pillar, drink in his hand. He wore a dark jacket but no tie, collar unbuttoned, looking like he’d walked in from somewhere hotter and less controlled. Their eyes caught once, and Mitchell felt it hit her low and sharp — the kind of heat that didn’t care about chandeliers or guest lists.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.