Jake Gyllenhaal All Too Well นิยาย & เรื่องราว

my mom says, urging us, but then Jake appears from the balcony with his dear fiancée, Jackie. “Hey, brother,” he says with a stupid smug look that tells me he has definitely done something stupid. Jake is never happy to see me. “Congratulations,” I feign a smile. “How was your trip? Or was it your honeymoon?” Jackie asks Hillary. “It was Ben taking a break from working all the time, but yeah, it was fun, thank you,” Hillary answers. “Lots of fun things we did and—” “Sex… licking each other’s genitals,” I finish for her, stealing a gulp of whiskey straight from the bottle.

He pulled his boxers and jeans up slowly, wincing at the stickiness between his cheeks. 'Get out of here,' Hale said, his voice back to gruff authority, though a satisfied smirk lingered. 'And fix that damn tail light before I pull you over again.' He adjusted his uniform, walking back to his cruiser without another look, the lights flashing once more before he drove off into the dark. Jake stood there for a minute, leaning on his car, mind spinning from the shock and the afterglow. His body ached in new ways, but a strange thrill buzzed under it all – dirty, exciting, forbidden.

Jake Weasel pulled the van to a stop at a look-out point and switched the engine off. Jake got out, his hand going to his gun when a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness. Over his shoulder was a slumped form and he relaxed when he recognized Gage Vittori. “Wrath,” Gage said, letting the man fall to the ground with a loud thud. “Thanks, Gage, I owe you one.” Gage shook his head. “This was fun, no IOU needed. It’s been a while since I’ve gone stalking and hunting. I miss it.”

I sat in the passenger seat, my 5'9" frame looking small, pulled tight against the passenger door as I stared fixedly out the window. I had dressed for comfort today—an oversized, faded charcoal-grey crewneck that swallowed my torso and a pair of simple leggings, my vibrant ginger hair hastily twisted up into a claw clip with a few rebellious copper strands framing my pale face. I looked tired, my hazel eyes shadowed by a lack of sleep, carrying a heavy, helpless sort of quietness that had settled over me since the previous day. ​In the back seat, the heavy, savory aroma of the smoky jollof rice I had cooked the night before was still the main topic of conversation. ​"I'm telling you, Mike,

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

Naomi smiles sweetly and takes her phone before departing. I stand beside the window and watch as she drives away in her red Chevy. Before not long, Jake enters my room with three duffle bags. I'm glued to my spot at the window, having a hard time believing that someone played me so well. I hear the click of the camera and twist my head to see Jake taking a picture of me while grinning like an idiot. Jake holds his phone like a mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the gloomy face of the legend Denzel Flynn, the first time when someone fooled him.”

You couldn’t improve on perfection. “Leila will know … She comes here a lot.” Jake nodded toward his childhood friend, hoping to God Leila wouldn’t push Emma into some radical hairdo; he knew her only too well. She was wandering around wearing a top, and for the first time he noticed the other two were not. Completely topless and he suddenly felt pissed. If topless men could make Emma uneasy, then that sure as hell would do it too, he wanted to throw towels over both of them.

His brooding charm, the way he commanded a scene—there was no denying that he fit the role perfectly. But Allie barely registered any of it. Her head was spinning, not from the wine she had earlier but from everything that had unraveled tonight. Scarlett Renwick rushed to her side, gripping her arm. "Allie, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." Allie forced a weak smile. "I’m fine. Just a little lightheaded." Director Samuel Jackson’s booming voice cut through the murmurs. "That was perfect! Allie, your expression, the way you looked at Liam—pure admiration, longing. Completely natural. The chemistry was incredible."

Illya tapped my body the next morning just right after I closed my eyes, "Jake is on the news," she said, her voice taut. I scrambled off the bed, my eyes burning from the salt of last night’s tears. I stood before the TV in the guest room, my breath hitching as the glowing screen illuminated the wreckage of the world I had known. Jake he had detonated the files. The news ticker at the bottom of the screen was moving so fast it was a blur of red and white. High-profile anchors were stumbling over their words, their professional masks slipping as the depth of the depravity was read aloud.

Though it was not questionable, we all could predict what he possibly did to his sister for his mate and that was outraging him. He growled, “He killed Gizelle, right?” “What do you think?” My smirk grew darker. “I know he did,” And flaring his core, I provided him with the invitation he was dying for. “Then what are you waiting for, Jake? Blood for blood, do the same to his fucking mate,” ELIANA’S POV:- Kyle was taking his suitcase after getting ready in the evening and I was following his trails as he refused to listen. He got discharged just yesterday, not fully healed yet and was going on a business trip.