Jake Gyllenhaal All Too Well Novels & Stories

How dramatic. Jake stood at the edge of the water, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. My heart hammered in my chest. He looked… good. He always did, but right now, with his shirt slightly damp from sweat, his dark hair messily pushed back, and his piercing gaze locked onto me, he looked— Focus, Ayla. I swallowed. “It’s hot.” His lips twitched slightly, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes trailing over me in the water.

The silence in the dimly lit auxiliary gym was heavy, broken only by the low, electrical hum of the single spotlight vibrating above them. Jake stepped fully into her personal space, his towering, bare chest casting a massive shadow that completely swallowed Avery’s smaller frame. He leaned down, his piercing green eyes burning with a sudden, sharp intelligence that made her stomach drop. ​"Avery," Jake murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, calculating register that sent a chill straight down her spine. "Who the hell are you really?"

 ~LEAH~ Jake has already been discharged from the hospital and we have come back to live in his mansion. He decides to stay at home for at least two weeks before resuming work.

"No. But I've wanted to see it. Jake Gyllenhaal is hot." He shot me a look. I smiled and rested my hand on his chest. I kissed his cheek and said, "I'm kidding." He smiled in response and we watched the movie. As the movie went along, I found it hard to concentrate, which I suppose was a good thing. All I was aware of was Jace's fingertips brushing against my arms, my hair, and my neck. As we arrived at the second tent love scene, I felt Jace's lips brush against the back of my neck. I shivered and took a sharp breath. I could feel Jace's lips kissing the side of my face and my ear. I tried to concentrate on Jake Gyllenhaal's shirtless figure but I could. I felt my heart beating fast as the

“Yeah. That Jake. And now, all of a sudden, he’s playing house. Shows up at the family estate with some wide eyed brunette like he actually knows what commitment means. Evelyn’s practically weeping with joy. Calls it fate. “I scoff. “Fate.” Zane raises an eyebrow. “You think it’s fake.” “I know it’s fake.” I toss the scotch back and slam the glass on the desk. “She’s too polished. Too nervous. And Jake, he’s too composed. He smiles like someone taught him how. It’s a performance. “And whats the angle?”

With his face, pale as a ghost, he met her eyes, "H-He's no more." Fear gripped her insides. Her lungs squeezed painfully as she took in the sight of her Alpha. Allie didn't want to jump to conclusions, her throat dry as the words tore out of them. "Who? Who are you talking about?" "J-Jake", Nate hiccuped, angrily wiping the tears falling from his eyes. His face was red, breathing coming out in puffs as if he was holding it in—the urge to scream and yell. As soon as she heard the familiar name, her blood turned chill. Allie swallowed loudly, trying to remain calm. He's their target, the guy they were assigned to kill no matter what. And suddenly he turned up dead? Something wasn't sitting ri

"Slowly. Carefully. But never with fear. You listen. You watch. And when someone shows you who they really are believe them. The good and the bad." He nodded, visibly moved. "Thank you. Really." She smiled. "You're welcome." That night, Jake cooked dinner at home. Pasta with garlic, lemon, and grilled shrimp simple but perfect. As they ate, Emma asked, "Do you ever miss it? The chase? The power plays?" Jake took a sip of wine, thinking. "I miss the thrill sometimes," he admitted. "But I don't miss the cost." "What was the cost for you?" He looked at her. "Almost losing you."

Something about her seemed off and Jake could not put a finger on it, until he took a closer look at her. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was dressed in a big tee-shirt and leggings. She did not put any effort in the way that she looked, and she wasn't the only one, the other Hales were in sweatpants too. It was weird because they all looked like bums and you would think that royalty would dress nice, but Jake guessed not. Glory’s lips were moving but Jake couldn't hear anything, and he thought that he was going deaf but he was just zoning out. When he came back to reality he got his hearing back “What are you staring at Jake” He didn't say anything he just shook his head. All

"You really are an idiot, Jake! Why didn't you say everything sooner? You could've saved me from so much time and unnecessary heartbreaks." "Ouch! I'm sorry! Gosh, stop! Are you about to kill me, woman?! People are watching, Allison!" Jake whisper-yelled, making me chuckle lightly. I decided to walk away from them when Allie pulled him in for a kiss not so fit for public eyes.

Usually she was very cool in these situations, but she greatly resented the excessive interest in the lives of public figures anyway, and being at the center of it only added to the resentment. “She’s right about that,” Jake said, drawing his thumb over the back of her hand, sending little ripples of sensation through her. “I never thought I would get married. But when I met Kalia … Well, she’s all that I want.” He looked up, his blue eyes intent on hers. Her breath caught. He looked like he meant every word he’d just spoken, his expression sincere, his eyes trained only on her. No mystery why he scored so many beautiful women with such ease. He could do romance without breaking a sweat, and