Jake Nolan Novels & Stories

“Jake! What are you doing here?” Jake’s easy smile spread across his face. “I came to see Nolan, but he’s not around. His office was open, though.” I frowned, surprised. “Nolan’s still working at this hour?” That man never seemed to stop. “Guess so,” Jake shrugged. “Mind if I wait in your office, Alanna?” “Of course not. Make yourself comfortable.” Jake settled in, turning his attention to me. “How are the kids, Alanna? Lucy and Lucas, right?”

"Why would he... Oh my god." "He planned everything " I said, the words cold. The sadness, the guilt, the panic. It all went away, replaced by anger. "He used Tiana to drug that man. He sent me a message to make sure I would find her.. Then he waited on the highway to play the hero." Nolan said, "That bad person." I grabbed my phone and dialled my security chief. "Find Jake's phone. Find his location now. If he is in the city I want to know which building he is in."

Naomi smiles sweetly and takes her phone before departing. I stand beside the window and watch as she drives away in her red Chevy. Before not long, Jake enters my room with three duffle bags. I'm glued to my spot at the window, having a hard time believing that someone played me so well. I hear the click of the camera and twist my head to see Jake taking a picture of me while grinning like an idiot. Jake holds his phone like a mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the gloomy face of the legend Denzel Flynn, the first time when someone fooled him.”

"Adrian, " "It's about Jake." Adrian tapped a highlighted wire transfer record. "He was detained before he could finish the job, but the money is already gone. Before Noah's men broke his hand, Jake reached out to a private contract organization. No gang affiliation. No rules. Just professional ghosts." The kitchen grew cold.

We pull apart and I stare pridefully at them, three brothers, just like four years ago except we have come so far and we are not the same people anymore. "How's the study going?" I ask Jake and he shrugs casually. Jake is doing his masters in web designing and networking at Stanford University and has been gone for months because he got a job close to the university and he only returned to be at my wedding. "It's really going great, Taylor." I give him a deep double meaning look before asking, "Is there a girl you want me to meet?" A blush appears on his cheeks and nod. "Her name is Blake, Blake Noble."

Jack said "What do you mean by it? Of course, you can use your power. Who will stop you? Who has the power to stand in front of you?" Nancy said "She is with Ryan," Jack said "Ryan?? Who Ryan? Which Ryan?" Nancy asked him. Without saying anything Jack sighed and ran his hand roughly in his hair. "Dad, by any chance are you talking about Mr. Ryan Stone Knight? The superstar plus the owner of a multinational company. The most eligible bachelor of our country?" Linda asked him

*** At Mathew’s house, “So, have you planned anything? How will you acquire the CEO position in Knight?” Dan inquired. “I haven’t planned anything yet, but I’ll figure out something. Trust me on this.” Jake responded, looking at his father Dan. “You better figure out, Jake. We don’t have time! Leo knight will soon officially announce to the world that Christian is the fresh face of Knight Group and if you don’t want me to kill Chris and that Mishka, then do something real soon because you know I am a restless man.” Dan warned, his eyes blazing.

The Steeles from Jalton are, like, a top-tier reputable family! [So Nolan really is a rich heir!] [I get it now. He's the lost rich grandson whose family tracked him down. He refused to accept his inheritance, so they ruined him to force his hand.]

She didn’t know anyone by that name and she knew all of Nate’s employees, their employees now. “Oh, yeah, you probably don’t know him as Wrath. Jake is Wrath,” he said and smiled. He had a nice smile, soft eyes and she felt oddly comfortable with him. Jake was Wrath. That explained a lot. It also meant he knew the Road Warriors well enough to tell them that she worked there. “Would it be possible if my son slept in the dressing room or even in the storeroom off the kitchen?” Klara asked. “He mentioned a kid, but I assumed you had a sitter for him,” Nitro said, looking a bit uncomfortable.

He looked at Jake with a hunger for approval that mirrored my own, a desperate need to be seen as something more than a shadow. "And here comes the man of the hour!" Jake beckoned toward a tall, grizzled man in a sharp tuxedo standing near the theater entrance. Brown Jones. The kingmaker of the professional biking circuit after Jake retired. As Jake led Drake over to initiate the million-dollar introduction, the focus shifted. I was left standing a few paces back with my mother, the "women of the house" relegated to the background while the men discussed legacies and engines. But the cameras didn't stay off me for long. The liquid red silk of my Da Vinci gown caught the glare of a thousand f