Jake Maddox Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

He spits his name like poison-filled in his mouth, “because you and I both know it wasn’t as simple as you beating up a couple of people. I’ll get your story started.” Maddox takes his hand off of Jake’s shoulder, clamping down hard on the collar of his neck to force him to look upright. And as tough and big and scary as I thought Jake was in the month I’ve spent with him constantly degrading me, he looks like nothing compared to Maddox now with his lanky body and terrified eyes that are about to pop out of that head of his.

Maddog nods his head; He knows I’m with him on this one. A couple of minutes later, Jake comes back into the room. “All sorted,” He says before he looks at Maddog and asks. “Maddox, are you okay, Bro? Is there anything that you need?” Maddog shakes his head as he replies. “Apart from getting my sister back and safe, then no, I’m good there's nothing that I need.” Jake nods his head as he says. “You try and get some rest; we need you sorted. I’m going home to spend some time with my wife before we move in.”

“You look great.” “Thank you.” Jake responds with a smile, shyly scratching the back of his head. “I don't know if the boys will like it since it was on short notice, but I bought comic books.” “Carlos and Lucas. That's their names.”I retort, glaring at him. “I—” I snatched the bag containing the comic books. “Let's go. I miss your motorcycle.” The ride home is short. I lead the way to the front door and push the door open, with Jake following closely behind me.

“Leave her alone, Maddy.” The voice was low and deep, cutting through the laughter instantly. The crowd shifted, making a path. Jake moved through the hallway with the kind of ease that only came from being the captain of the varsity team and the son of a senator. He had his gym bag slung over one shoulder, his white button-down shirt untucked and wrinkled. Madison’s face transformed instantly. The cruelty vanished, replaced by a bright, pageant-winning smile. She looped her arm through his, leaning her head on his shoulder.

I wait until I hear the balcony door closing, then I peek my head out into my illuminated room, spying my partially opened laptop on my bed and I gnaw on my lip, wanting so desperately to read the rest of the email Maddox sent me. Kohen is right that Maddox doesn’t share much. He internalizes and communication for him has always been hard, but what Kohen forgets is that it is Maddox’s trauma response. Before Maddox came to our pack, he was slated to be Alpha in his pack. A smaller pack than mine, but still a prominent one that was taken out by the rebels. When my dad and his warriors arrived to answer Alpha Michael’s plea for aid, there was no one left aside from Alpha Michael, three warrior

Then I'll be making an extensive brunch later on. Maddie thought that was a good idea. She suddenly felt exhausted too. She walked up the stairs and heard Liza enter. She knew that Omem had asked the coven for help. Maddie slowly walked upstairs to her room. There she fell down on her bed. She had so little energy left that she didn't even feel whether she was hungry or not. She barely felt her body anymore. She was broken. Her head buzzed. Raven, related to the Pictavian King of Alba? What did that actually mean? And that kiss? That passionate kiss? She herself was shocked by the feelings that were released after she kissed him. It had set her insides on fire.

His fingers reach my thong and press against the fabric and his eyebrows lift because I’m drenched, embarrassingly drenched, the cotton plastered to my pussy with how wet I am. “Fuck,” he murmurs, rubbing me through the soaked fabric. “You’re ruining your underwear just sitting on my lap. How long have you been this wet?” “Since Jake left,” I hear myself say, and the honesty is out before I can stop it and Maddox’s jaw tightens and Reid lets out a low whistle. “Jesus christ,” Reid laughs. “Jake’s little sister is a freak.” I grab Maddox’s wrist because there’s still a tiny rational part of me that knows how wrong this is. “Maddox, don’t—”

His eyes widened with recognition, then something that looked like either excitement or dread. "Emma Chen," he repeated slowly. "As in E.C. Hart? The Emma Chen who wrote *Midnight Surrender* and *Dangerous Devotion*?" She nodded, watching his expression shift through several emotions she couldn't identify. "Well," Jake said finally, a strange smile playing at his lips. "This is going to be interesting." Emma turned and fled the coffee shop, her heart hammering against her ribs. Through the window, she could see Jake still sitting at the table, staring after her with an expression she couldn't read.

Jake sighed, he stood and went to look out the window. There was nothing much to look at, just the garden behind the hospital and the thick woods further down. “I was going to tell you everything after the dinner, I was going to tell you everything about who I am and what you are to me.” “Your mate.” She said, and Jake turned to look at her. “Yes.” He answered looking at her but he could not read her. She nodded at his answer. “I grew up reading about your kind in books, never in my wildest dreams did I ever dream of seeing your kind, let alone being mated, kidnapped, and attacked by one.”

preferably shirtless. If he wasn't possibly the head of a crime mafia gang, I might've asked to paint him. Sell the portrait at Mr. Jackson's thrift store for, what, a hundred bucks? Two, if I emphasized the jawline? Sell a few, and I'd have Mom's next round of meds covered. "Uncle... Uncle Noah, I-I didn't mean—" Jake was stuttering now, all that anger draining from his face like someone unplugged his ego. The two salesgirls lowered their heads. They didn't even dare breathe in Noah's direction.