Jake I Land Novels & Stories

Jason giggles slightly at Tabitha, she popped out of nowhere one minute she was in the car and another minute she's out here, He access her, short but a little plump, brunette and has an Irish accent, judging by her outfit he could tell she is from an average class, Raising his hands to shake her Jake walks out of the car sluggishly, his bag hanging just above his shoulder, Jason gazes at Jake unsure of what to think about him, his handsome features are enough for Jason to dislike him immediately, First he has to keep up with the mate no mate thing and now he has to deal with another teenager head over heels for nadir.

Jake gave me a worried look and I knew where we both stood about keeping my heritage a secret. “I’m a traveller, that just so happened to stumble on Grey Moon pack land.” I started off my story, which was true, only not very accurate. “There I met my mate, and the rest is history.” I shrugged, gaining a squeeze from Jake’s hand that had searched for my thigh under the table. I put my hand on top of his confidently.

"I'd never hit on a girl you had feelings for. Give me some credit. I'm a whore, but I'm not that bad." "Well hasn't run dry yet." Clint chuckled and snagged a piece of bacon off Jake's plate. Their mother reached over and grabbed Clint's ear. "Put that back right now, mister." "Ouch. Okay, Mom. Let go. Jeez." Clint dropped the bacon back on Jake's plate. Jake sat down at the breakfast nook and cut into his pancakes before looking up at Landon. "Where's Jessica?" "She's with her family." He shrugged. "What do I care?"

" I gruffed and he bowed. "But, you don't have to stress yourself. I can go and spy there. I can arrange other dragon men to do it. We will give you whatever information we get." he suggested, and I breathed. The room became gloomy and lonely once more. I can recall that night, right here on this bed, Lillian lay with me... Oh, God. Lillian What exactly is my crime? Jake's POV. I stepped out of my room and headed out of the mansion. I'm going to the Silver Moon Pack this night. I can't leave a stone unturned. I can't let all my desires get flopped.

from the lift. Jake glanced sideways at me. “Celebrity status, huh?” I shrugged. “Small town. People wave.” “I think someone just handed you a muffin from their pocket.” “That happens more than you’d think.” He laughed and it caught me off guard. There was something magnetic about Jake’s laugh, like it came from deep inside him and didn’t get out very often. “All right” I said, stopping near the top of the bunny hill. “Let’s see what those YouTube videos taught you.”

I should have known the second I saw him. The moment he opened the door to the beach house, barefoot, shirtless, beer in hand, and those dark eyes zeroed in on me like a wolf scenting weakness. That this weekend was going to ruin me. “Isla,” he said flatly, like tasting my name on his tongue. I swallowed hard. “Lucas?” Jake, cheerful and oblivious, stepped forward and pulled me into his side. “That’s my big brother,” he said proudly, not noticing the way Lucas’s gaze hadn’t moved from mine. “Ex-army, brooding bastard, and unfortunately single.”

“Then you have the worst luck in the world.” I let out a small, humorless laugh. “That’s not funny.” Silence stretched between us for a moment. Then Jake said, “Let’s start with the message. I’ll try to track the sender.” I blinked. “You can do that?” Jake smirked slightly. “You’d be surprised what I can do.” “When we get back to New York, my private investigator will handle it.” “Wait—you have a private investigator?” “Yes. I do. In business, I need to know what my enemies are up to.”

Jake asked, his voice tight. Lea’s heart pounded as she zoomed in, but the image remained blurry. “I don’t know, but that’s definitely not Kai or Anna or the staff. But if someone’s carrying something… it could be... " *** " I don't care about the damn weather. Get us the hell out of this place. I need to be back home, right now! " Jake was driving like a maniac through the busy traffic, honking and shoving at every car in front of him. He was trying to get a private jet ready, to fly out of the country but it seemed like the weather condition had suddenly worsened.

“I know your goal. You want to be at the top, and you want to bury Jeffery. What if I told you I have the key to putting you miles ahead of him?” Luca leaned back, a skeptical shadow on his face. “How?” “My new designs,” Jake said. “I was preparing to show them to you before... the incident.” Luca let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “What kind of drawing could possibly change my mind, Jake?” Without a word, Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone—the very one he’d just claimed was broken. He tapped the screen and slid the device across the mahogany surface. Luca picked it up, his mocking grin fading instantly. His eyes widened as he scrolled. The patterns were intricate, bold, and