Novel & Cerita Jake Park

Alex scoffed in disbelief. "It's really unbelievable, Your Highness. By the way, guess who I met today," Jake said to Alex. "Who did you meet, Jake? You know very well that I'm not good at guessing," Alex said to Jake. "Well, it's no one else than Dave, Mara's baby daddy, and to think that the fool was playing nice with me, only if he knew how much I wanted to strangle him with my very own hands, but then I remembered that it wasn't my job, but someone else's, so I decided to keep my calm and keep on playing the dumb guy," Jake said to Alex.

But we can't start anything, not yet anyway. Calm down Rey. Let's do this the right way. I reply and have to fight to push him back. “Out now” this Alpha's voice booms. “I think we are good” Jake speaks up, leaning forward so he can be seen too. “Alpha Jace I assume?” “Yeah, and who the fuck are you?” he snarls. Jake smiles “Nice to meet you, I am Beta Jake Joseph from Midnight Forest Pack.” He offers his hand. I am trying not to laugh, Jake is playing it overly polite and Alpha Jace looks completely thrown. He looks down at Jake’s hand he is offering him to shake and then looks at me.

Or worse, from Dad. To my surprise, it’s Jake, clad in a maroon varsity jacket, black gym shorts, exposing his beefy legs and thighs, and a duffle bag hanging from his shoulder. “Wow! Your house looks amazing from the outside,” said he. I love to look at Jake’s eyes when I’m talking to him. His green forestry eyes alleviate the wisps of smoke and doubts swimming in my vision. Their family is the literal definition of godly beauty. “What are you doing here?” I asked wondering.

The lake house welcomed its next set of owners with the same deceptive charm that had fooled so many before them. This time it was the Parkers, a couple in their late twenties with a toddler and big dreams of lake life. Jake worked remotely as a software engineer while his wife Rachel, a teacher, planned to turn the upstairs into a bright playroom. Their daughter Zoe, barely three, ran through the empty rooms with delight, her laughter echoing off the walls in a way that almost felt mocking to me.

"It's about Loreine." My heart skipped a beat. Could this finally be the lead I had been waiting for? "What is it? Tell me!" "David, you won’t believe this. I saw someone who looks exactly like Loreine. She's living under a different name," Jake revealed. "WHAT? WHERE?" "Here, in my neighborhood." God! Finally!

My mind was a million miles away, but I nodded absentmindedly and let him lead me out the door, his hand gripping mine tightly. Jake was wearing a full ensemble of black clothing: jean pants, t-shirt, and boots. His wardrobe almost seemed like an expression of my inner turmoil. We step outside the cabin and away from the estate. Allison gave me a friendly wave, and I grinned back at her. How would I even manage? But I had to be selfless for Allison’s sake; since meeting Harper, she looked much more content, even though she was sick. “Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise. You need to trust me.” Jake gave his award-winning smile and took my hand once again. “You’ll love it.”

“I can’t sit here and do nothing. Physically I feel fine. The only way I am going to stop worrying about Luka is if I do something productive.” Jake didn’t say anything for a long time, but then he took a deep breath. “Okay, I will open the hatch for you, but just so you know, you won’t be able to access it without a pack member. Take the tun…” Jake’s voice became strangled as he cut himself off.

It was clear that Jake's reach extended further than we had anticipated, intertwining with unexpected players in a sinister game. "So what's the plan moving forward?" I inquired, seeking clarity from Carlton. It was evident he had more information to share. "As we were making our way here, David received a call from a woman named Chelsea Brynes in Maines. She claims to be engaged to Jake, or rather, he's going by the name Daniel Winston there. She promised to send us photos as proof, but we're still waiting for those pictures to arrive. We need visual confirmation to ensure it's truly Jake and not someone who resembles him. While I suspect it's him and she likely has valid reasons to suspect

“Emma, how are you?” He smiles as he approaches me at the bar. Jake is a lecturer in Social Studies (whatever that means), so as well as having a bum I could keep under observation all day, he’s a chatty man too. He’s wearing fitted jeans, vintage trainers and a T-shirt showing off biceps that could have been inflated with a tyre pump. I’ve dressed in what could be the first thing to fall out of my wardrobe – skinny jeans with a cotton shirt and military boots.