Jake Maddox Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Jake quickly took two steps toward her with his hand stretched out but then stopped as he turned to look at me with a panicked expression on his face, he quickly closed the gap between us as he again pushed his lips against mine with a needy hunger before slowly pulling away, “Laya, I’m sorry but I have to go,” he said before turning away from me as he started running after Maddy. I was still left on the ground staring after where he had just been, I felt a wave of shock wash over me as I realized how dire this situation could turn if Maddy ended up telling chief Rann about what she had seen, what that would mean for Jake and… me. ***

Becca hiccupped and giggled, dropping her empty glass once full of strawberry daiquiri that Luke had brought with him. After five hours of drinking orangeade, strawberry daiquiri, lemonade, punch and stories of maximum laughs and epic proportions, she was tired as fuck. If she heard one more funny one night stand story about Allison McKinney being daft as a brush, she would, literally, pass out of exhaustion. She was reeling at the idea of heading out to a friend's party that was ongoing.

she raised an eyebrow as she finally snapped out of the shock clearly plastered all over her face, “In that case I wonder what chief Rann will have to say about this,” she said in a bitter tone, “Maddy, don’t you dare!” he shouted in an infuriated voice. I gasped as I stared at him with my eyes as big as saucers, in that moment she swiftly turned on her heel and started running away from the store room. Jake quickly took two steps toward her with his hand stretched out but then stopped as he turned to look at me with a panicked expression on his face which quickly turned to that of something else I couldn't place, but then he quickly closed in the gap as he pushed his lips against mine with

“I most certainly will, “ I have to. The sheer injustice of defacing books has sparked a passion within me. I can not stand to abide by such a crime. I would never forgive myself. However, I must correct this blunder before true mayhem comes to life and he is lost to chaos. For the sake of all books! I vow and look for my quill. Where could it be? “Oh, he’s drawn you a picture.”Maddie flips the letter for both of us to see. It’s another of Nicoli’s artworks- I see more stick figures. One is brown and the other purple. They seem to be eating. Bread? Or pie? And a rectangular creature, a horse/bear, sits with them. I feel my lips crack into a smile at the sight. It makes my chest grow warm and

“Tell me. We share secrets. I’ve told you mine already.” “That you really like bad daddies.” She bit her lip, “A-huh. You know me,” and giggled sultrily. I sighed, shaking my head. “It’s not like that. Jake is... complicated. There’s a whole other side to him that I’m trying to understand. It’s not just about the physical stuff.” Sasha leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, “So, what is it? Tell me everything. Is he in some secret society? Does he have a dungeon or something? Come on, spill!”

Jack had promised her a lot of money and had also promised to help her father get back on his feet when they got married and so she was sticking to the plan. "It's nothing when you think about it. It could have been some old wrinkly man, at least Jack is hot." Jess replied and they laughed again. "Seriously though, you don't have to worry about it. Jack's okay. Intense but okay. There has never been any record of violence or irresponsible behaviour for him as far as I can tell, he's just mostly crude but I can handle that." "I bet he's good in bed." Ted's wiggled her eyebrows and smiled sheepishly at Jess and then raised her eyebrows when her sister hesitated.

I needed a cold drink of some sort. Heading through the open space I grabbed the bottle of shots from the counter. I couldn’t believe he was naked and I saw him naked. I knew Jake wouldn’t like that. Why was he naked? And where was Jake? Finding a glass I poured myself some of the red liquid. If you are not reading this novel on Job’ni’b.com, some sentences are incomplete. Visit J o b nib.com to read the complete sentences for free. Bringing it to my nose I inhaled the cherry essence before downing it in one. Just as I was about to pour another one the hairs on the back of my neck stood, I could feel the goosebumps appearing on my arms.

"The board is already looking for reasons to push me out. This would give them all the excuse they need." "Precisely. Which is why I have kept this information to myself for now." Jefferson pulled out a folder from his desk drawer. "There is always two sides to every story, gentlemen. Two sides of a coin. On one side, we have Richard Maddox, a criminal who deserves whatever justice comes his way. On the other side, we have Maddox Corporation, a legitimate business that employs three thousand people and generates billions in revenue annually." He opened the folder and pushed it across the desk. Inside were financial reports, organizational charts, legal documents that Jackson recognized as co

THREE Saturday “Here he comes,” Kevin Ellison muttered as we browsed over a table filled with used comic books at the Commons Trailer Park Yard Sale. I glanced up and, sure enough, there was Jake Burns peddling his clunky old bike down the fairway toward us. I snorted and returned my attention to an issue of Rom: Space Knight. “Peachy.” “Y’know, he really seems to dig you,” whispered Gary McNamara from the other side of the table, where he was perusing an issue of Thor. “I mean really. Like you’re best buds or something.”

Jacob answered, correcting his first statement, but Jackson just rolled his eyes at him before he noticed something. “What’s that?” he asked his brother, pointing at the stuff he brought with Anna earlier. “Her sketchbook I guess,” Jacob retorted and they both moved closer to it. Picking up the sketchbook, Jackson stared at it in amazement after looking at the first page. “This is amazing.” He let out before showing it to Jacob. It was the same painting Anna had sketched the day she joined Tumblr . A painting of a girl with scars as she outstretched her hand to accept the hand of a man even though it was filled with thorns.