Jake Neverland Pirate Novels & Stories

"Please... don't kill me... I swear I won't tell anyone..." I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back. "Listen to me closely, you little shit. I have a question. And if you lie, I won't shoot you. I'll cut off your tongue." Jake nodded frantically, snot running down his nose. "Your uncle," I hissed. "Noah Marlowe. He was with Elena yesterday. They were kidnapped together and then they were on a bike. Why?" "I... I can't say!" Jake wailed. "He'll kill me! If I talk about his business, he'll kill me!"

She nodded at me as she stare back on the window. I watch Jacob as he pointed back on the things he see around the city, fascinated. "Aunt Nee, look I see a Darth Vader on the shop! I wanna buy that, mommy." He push my hands off which is holding him down and grab Elle's hand. "Baby Jake, you already have five light sabers." "But I still want more. In the movies they have like...fifty!" He held out his hands and frown, "It's not that many, mommy. We gonna buy, right?"

Jake and his parents stepped out of their families limousine. With wonder and great surprise, Jake looked up at the massive cruise ship, as Jake looked up to see if he could make out the top of the cruise ship. His old man yelled out to him, “Jake my boy, there is no time for sight seeing of that kind you should be looking for that rich young girl that you’ll end up marrying not worrying about what the ship looks like. Besides, your meant to be here with me on business and of course, make our family name richer by finding yourself a heiress your wife of a rich business man’s daughter.”

I smirk at him, laughing at the way his flawless dark brows furrow over sparkling green eyes, making him look about ten years younger almost instantly. “Hey! I am forever young, Bambino. Less of the age remarks or I will strap you in the car seat and force a pacifier in your mouth to shut you up.” He makes a move to catch me in a headlock, but I see it coming and dodge him quickly. I know only too well what he’s like. He and his brother endlessly tortured me for years and sometimes teamed up to make me squeal. He has a serious weakness for hanging me upside down by my feet while his asshole brother rib pokes me into submission. It’s true that they say men never really grow up. Jake is the de

Jake on the other hand was nowhere to be found and there was no way that he could be persecuted for his crimes. Although after Holly gave birth, someone sent a postcard from Jamaica with the initials J.S & C.S. Ryder's theory was that Jake was probably in Jamaica since the initials indicated that it was he who sent the letter. The postcard also contained a short apology to Ryder. When Holly asked who C.S was, Ryder pointed out that it might stand for Chandice Summers, the girl that he had claimed Ryder took from him back when they went on a trip to Jamaica. Jake might have gotten the happily ever after he wanted after all. Although there was no way he was coming back to the United States wit

"You can share that with me when you're ready. For now, let's continue with your story. You were telling me about Jason and what happened after you left the orphanage.” "Well...my friend Jason, he's dead," Jake continued. “After we ran together from the orphanage, we struggled to survive on the streets. One day, we were desperate for food, and we made a desperate decision. We snuck into the market, our stomachs growling with hunger, and stole a loaf of bread from a stall. Jason was already weak and earlier sick that day, and I had told him to stay behind, that I would go search for food alone. But he wouldn't listen."

Jacob grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to daddy's office. "What did you mean by we're going to meet the princesses, kiki?" Asked Jacob. "JJ, I think my parents and brothers wanna take me to Walt Disney World..." seeing his confused expression, I pushed his shoulder and said. "Dumb dumb, WALT DISNEY WORLD. It's like the biggest amusement park in the human multiverse, and all the princesses we watched together on tv live there." I finished excitedly. I heard Jacob laugh and give my shoulder a push.

“What is it that you want?” Warren shifted on his feet. “I want you to kill Devon Longshire.” Jake huffed out a laugh. “They have a word for this. Entrapment. I’m not a hitman.” “I know exactly who and what you are, Jake.” “I’m an ex-con riding with an MC,” Jake said. “My room’s not wired, I’m officially on leave. You can check,” Warren said. “I know. You’re also divorced from Marcie and you have a three-year-old daughter named Emi-Lee.”

​Before the engine could even cut out, the heavy oak front door of the main house slammed open. ​"Look who finally decided to bring the hostage!" a loud, booming voice echoed across the lawn. ​Jacob "Jake" Bill lounged on the porch railing, a half-eaten green apple in one hand and a basketball spinning effortlessly on the index finger of his other. Jake was nineteen, six-foot-one, with a messy, sun-bleached brown crew cut and sharp green eyes that always looked like they were searching for the nearest source of entertainment. He was Mike's childhood shadow—wherever Mike went, Jake was usually raiding the fridge or causing a scene close behind.

I grabbed the can. "You know anyone at this party?" Anna asked. "Well, I'm Ryder's stepsister, you guys know him?" Esther and Anna broke out in laughter almost immediately. "Girl, everyone on the island knows Ryder Jake Williams. That's who you're talking about right? RJ?" Esther said. "Yeah, that's him," "Well, your stepbrother is a fucking legend," she laughed. The two girls then caught me up with stories about the famous RJ and his numerous sexcapades, and also a little bit about him being a promising young pro-surfer. But his latter achievement was greatly overshadowed by his first one.