Jake Jagielski Novels & Stories

I asked. Jake whistled low. "Holy steroids." "That guy is at least thirty," Nicole pointed at their linebacker. "Look at the size of him. He's got a full beard!" "Pretty sure that's just genetics," Jake said, but he didn't sound convinced. The Westbrook Tigers were huddled near their bench, Coach Ellis in the center barking instructions. I could see Jace's helmet—number 12—and there, standing slightly apart from the group, was Noah. Something was wrong.

You don't know how to fucking drive? Yeah, I do! But we're doing this fucking fast and furious kinda shit, for when we are in need. This new job I have with the council is no joke. Two years ago before Ricky met Livie, we were contacted by Alpha Blake, the former leader of the Primord's Pack. He had word that the alpha in charge of the pack Livie was from was the main ringleader of a big dark operation.

"Can we not do this right now? I just want five minutes. That's it. Five minutes to talk like two adults." I set my glass down and looked at the guy across from me, one of Preston's teammates, a nineteen-year-old named Jake who had a piece of bread halfway to his mouth and was watching the whole thing like it was better than anything on TV. "What did you think of the training schedule I mentioned earlier?" I asked him. Jake blinked. Then he caught on. "Oh. Yeah. I think it's a great plan. Really thorough." Pierce put his hand on the back of my chair. Not touching me, but close enough that it was obviously meant to be felt.

I deleted the message and blocked the number. "You're up early." I turned. Jake was standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else. His right leg was heavily bandaged, and he was using a walker—a standard, aluminum frame. It was a crushing blow to his vanity. He looked like he hadn't slept a minute. "We have a 7:00 AM session," I said, my voice professional and flat. "The gala was a setback. Your inflammation is through the roof."

Jake was the town sweetheart basically voted most likely to succeed and make it in the big city. I then felt blessed that a guy like Jake would even look at me twice. “My name is Jake Blake the CEO of Jake International Incorporated, we are business committed to any construction job with undertake. We deliver the best results at the best prices and conduct our business with utmost integrity and professionalism. Thank you for the opportunity to work with you, I promise I won't let you down.” Oh really but that's literally your specialty, letting people down. I snickered in my mind, an applause rolled in mostly from the ladies, even Ashley looked impressed by him.

Steve snapped. I was stunned by Steve boldness.Fuck!I saw the way angry sparks flew between the two men as they locked gazes. “What are you expecting from me? An apology?” Jake asked.“More like you should get lost, right now!!!” Steve yelled.Jake chuckled.“Steve Callahan. 24yrs old, a pending quarterback for the Miami bulls. Son to a well known republican and also a chronic playboy. ”Steve was astounded. He stared at Jake with disbelief in his eyes.

The half ended just after the ball went through the uprights, and the Eagles ran into the locker room leading three to zip. "Do you want anything from the concession?" Jake stood up, stretching. I watched him, trying to look at him through eyes that didn't only see Leo. Yeah, Jake was cute, in a geeky, hipster sort of way. His reddish-brown hair was a little longer than I liked on a guy, but his eyes were bright blue and wide. Now they gazed down at me as his question lingered in the air.

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.

"That's impossible. Jade's messed up academically. With her current CGPA, she needs a miracle even to make it into the top twenty. I know she's very smart but there's not enough time to raise it." Jacob raised the pen to his ears, clicking it continuously. "That's your problem. If you can't find a miracle, create one. When you stand on that podium as Valedictorian, Jade must stand next to you as Salutatorian." "What if I fail?" Jacob slowly stretched his lips into a wide grin, giving him a psychopathic vibe, mimicking a heartbeat with the clicks of the pen. "Then you'll both stand by the sidelines listening to the valedictorian's speech."

He glanced at his desk uncertainly. “Look, I had a controlling father who even now is running my life. I am thirty-five and can help steer you in the right direction if you let me.” Todd looked at him again but hesitated to say anything. “It’ll be our secret.” He nodded and took out his pictures. “I don’t want to work here. This is what I want to do. It’s a farm out in North Dakota.” Jake took the pictures and looked through them. “Why do you want to farm?”