Jake Neverland Pirate Novels & Stories

Cradle was his main source of wealth. Next to him was Tom Scott, blonde, with a strong jawline, his muscles we're strong and bulky his face was wrinkled due to a constant fake smiling, he is an American Mafia and a drug dealer, to hide his source of wealth, opened up a casino shop. That was Jake's favorite place.

The man sighs, but moves to sit by Cherum in the spot I had just left, leaving Jack and me alone. “I’m sorry, lass. I’ve got only one glass,” Jack lifts it to show me. “Why don’t we share it then?” I bat my eyelashes, flirting in my usual way, though he’s too tipsy to care much. “A pirate never shares what’s his,” he leans in to whisper, “he takes what he wants, then never lets it go.” A small smirk plays on my lips. “I declare this mine then,” I steal the glass from in front of him. “Thank you for reminding me, Jack, what a pirate should live by.” Steal what you want, and never let it go.

“Jake I’ve never really dated a man before; I want to know what that’s like first.” “Treasure, why did you go through all this trouble to bring me here? Was it just to ease your conscience by telling me you took the money?

“That’s not very descriptive.” “I didn’t bring you here for analysis.” “Damn you. You started the conversation.” “And now I regret it.” I allowed a faint smirk to surface. Jake is more of a player than I am, the last time he said he found someone the guy turned out to be a thief. He stole items worth almost ten million dollars and Jake let him off. If he wanted to track the kid down he would but he didn't. Maybe it was a nerd thing Jay sighed dramatically. An hour later,after talking about a lot of things including work , Jake left me at the bar to go meet someone.

"Since you're classmates, you two can serve me tonight." With a wave of his hand, Jake instructed his bodyguards dressed in black, "Take them both away." Wendy quickly stepped in front of the trembling Luna, her gaze cold as she stared at Jake. "Kidnapping someone in broad daylight? Don't you realize this is illegal?" "Illegal?" Jake burst out laughing, his tone full of arrogance. "In Hovendale, I'm a big shot. I dine with Mr. Hawk, the wealthiest man in town, and you're telling me about the law?"

His skin is fair and tinted pink from the sun, and his hair is a mousy dark blond but unruly, touching his shoulders in rough waves. “Who are you?” I mouth, unsure if the words make any sense. I think I might have bit down hard on my tongue because it’s swollen and throbbing with echoes of dull pain. “Jake,” he says simply, casually, shrugging one shoulder. He has a teenager’s build–tall and lanky, like he hasn’t quite caught up with his height yet. “And you’re Brie, the captain's mate.” “Yeah,” I reply, my voice like gravel.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

“Release me?” He nodded and suddenly I had control over my body again. Still clutching my shampoo like a lifeline, I tried to hug myself. I probably looked like a lunatic. “It’s far more likely,” I replied sharply. “That you will steal some next time you’re out. What did I say about stealing things Jake?” Jake shrugged one massive shoulder. As one of the most powerful warlocks on the earth. Jake took whatever he wanted. All it took was a well-placed spell and someone would be willing to sign away their life savings to him.

As expected, one of Jake's burly men began inspecting the bag's contents, while another whisked away the chessboard. The scene reminded me of the good old days, and I couldn't help but smile. I took the chair opposite Jake, who toyed with a cigarette, his eyes analyzing my expression. His men continued to inspect the bag, their movements methodical. The silence in the room was broken when Jake asked, “Have you heard about Nikolas's Crystal Moon that was stolen?” His interest in the Crystal Moon puzzled me. Why would he care? I assumed my adoptive father had long sold it, but I feigned innocence, replying quietly, “No, I haven't heard about it.”

I elbow him gently, and he laughs, the sound warm and close to my ear. After the sunrise, we’re walking back when Jake suddenly stops. “Wait. We forgot something.” “What?” “We haven’t done anything crazy yet. We’ve done fun, we’ve done romantic, we’ve done terrible at paddleboarding. But we haven’t done crazy.” “What counts as crazy?” His eyes light up with mischief. “The resort has jet skis. We have an hour and a half before checkout.” “Jake, no. We almost died on paddleboards.” “Exactly! We’re terrible at water sports. We should try all of them before we leave. It’s like a bucket list.” He’s already pulling me toward the rental hut. “Come on. Live a little.”