Jake Park Novels & Stories

He asked me. “Kai gave me my inheritance. We’ll be okay,” I said to him. “So what’s our plan, Jake?” He asked me. Slade has always called me Jake. He shortened Jericho Kiran to JK and that became Jake mainly because he had a speech impediment as a child and couldn’t pronounce his R’s until he was fourteen, but by that time Jake had stuck. “We’ll buy a house, get settled, register for school–” I began but he interrupted me.

Witches and wolves don’t get along, but what does it mean when Arla is both? Jake was very tall, and very good looking. He was nineteen years old and had close-cropped black hair and striking sea-blue eyes. He spent a lot of time training outdoors, and his skin was permanently sun-kissed as a result. And oh, the muscles. He had muscles upon muscles.

And I couldn't wait for Avery to wake up and see what an amazing person he was. "Come on. It can't be that bad." "It is bad." Jake laughed, wheezing a little before drawing in deep breaths. "So what do you do?" He asked when I said nothing. "Oh. I'm a waitress at a club." I answered, swiping my hair behind my ears. "That's cool. I code. I build mobile apps and games. I'm currently working on one right now. Wanna see?" Jake asked, pulling out a laptop from his bag.

Jake, you fucking degenerate! Jake was smiling as he approached the center where Tales was slumped on the floor. Jake crouched beside him, microphone in hand, his sharp suit and confident smirk making him look every bit the master of ceremonies. He scanned the crowd, his voice dripping with mockery as he began. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Jake drawled, “tonight, you’re in for a more delicious treat. Meet Tales.” He gestured grandly at Tales, his grin widening. “He’s not just strong and defiant—oh no, that’s only the surface. This one? He’s a masterpiece of pleasure and pain. A fighter by day, and...” Jake leaned slightly toward the microphone, his voice dropping suggestively, “a dream in bed at

"I don't know, maybe busy with their business." "Hmm? Business? What do you mean by that?" "Huh? I mean, they have their business, right?" Wait, do they have? "I don't think so, I know Zeke has but Jake doesn't has. He's a model or something, that's what I heard." How come I didn't know about that? I've been friends with them. "Oh, right! Jake has a business, the agency he's modeling right now is owned by him and he also has a hospital." What?

“Who is he?” Jake finally got up, brushing dust off his expensive pants, and stared straight at me. “You really don’t know?” he said, walking toward me. I tried to stand my ground, but I kept stepping back. “Your parents didn’t tell you because they were embarrassed. My name is Jake. One of the twin of the Second Family.” The Second Family. My heart dropped. One of the four great families. Far bigger than the Midnights. “And,” Jake said, stepping closer, “I’m Dave Crown’s best friend and ally.”

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."

He has turned me into a crazy lover although I know that he can never be mine because we are two worlds apart. He is an international celebrity when I'm just a low class girl and I really hate it. I hate the fact that he can't be mine, but I won't stop loving him. I'm still single at the age of twenty two because of him and I don't mind it at all. He is Jake Austin, a famous singer and dancer. He is also a model and a businessman who has made a lot of fortune in his life at such a young age. He is so rich and powerful that he is considered one of the world's richest young men.

I crouch to his level and whisper, “Go to your room and play a video game, okay? Mommy needs to talk to Jake.” Dean nods, his eyes darting between Jake and me before running off to his room. I stand and gesture toward the couch. “Have a seat,” my voice shaky. Jake doesn’t respond. He sit down, his body tense. I sit opposite him, and the silence stretches on for a while. Finally, I break it. “What are you doing here, Jake? How did you find us?” The questions spill out, my curiosity and anxiety clawing at me. Jake frowns, as if my questions were ridiculous. “Karen escaped from prison,” he answers flatly and sighs before continuing. “I wanted to make sure you’re safe.”

she said teasingly, and then as my eyes widened and I opened my mouth to stop her, she raised her hand high in the air, and shouted, “Oh look, Jake! Hey, JAKE!” Jake, the newly added twenty two years old boy to our pack turned his head toward us. Even though he was young, and he always wore simple t shirt, and jeans, his muscles were defined enough to give a hint of his full body. It was surprising that he was not a model because he literally looked like the copy of Elena's little brother Jeremy from the Vampire Diaries. Just elegant, respectful, and so, so gentle that it would make any girl swoon. Jake waved back at us with a smile on his face and walked over, leaving his boy group.