Jake Park X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Excusing himself, Aaron goes to the corner to talk to her. "Hey, Jas. How's everything?" "Good though. And why do you sound so down? Something happened?" Asks the girl. "*sighs* Nothing really." "Yeah. Bet. Well, guess what I just hailed!" "You mean 'nailed'?" He corrects her word, leaning against the pillar. He smiles as she talks about how she had sex with her favorite Pornstar. He was Jack Micheal, famous for his experience in doggy style. "He did you good?" He asks her.

"Not bad, princess." Sophie lifted her chin, grinning. "Not bad yourself." "Like I said, I want my girls back home in one piece!" My father charged. "Yes, sir," the men replied to my father. Whatever he said to them, I think they're terrified now. Jax’s car—sleek, black, and undeniably expensive—waited outside. We slid into their seats, and soon enough, the bright lights of Luna Crest Park came into view. The Ferris wheel glowed in the distance, the neon sign of the Neon Nights Arcade flickering just ahead. Sophie and I agreed games would be a good double date idea, and Luna Crest Park, according to research, was the best place for that.

Jake’s ring was the only band I ever wore, and honestly… I still hope that it’s the only one I’ll have to wear. We arrived at the Bunker. Zach’s voice and the homey whiff of the place greeted us. Zach is happy now. At least that’s what he told me, and I’m happy for him. Michael still works for the Bunker, not as a bartender but as the manager of the place. Jack handed over the business to him after marrying Tina. Our friends occupied a booth at the far end of the hall. They’re a bit too loud for their ages, but what the hell? We missed each other, and it’s the first time we’ve actually bonded in seven years.

I say eating my Chicken Alfredo and romaine mix. "Oh... McKenzie is not dating Jake Hill. They are friends and neighbors." I announced. "I told you..." Molly said. "Oh... McKenzie is his neighbor. I thought McKenzie lived in CroftVille." Tiffany says. "Yeah. That Jake kid lives in that trailer park West of here. Right?" Katie adds. "Oh... That's why she lied." Madison concludes. "Don't be mean... that doesn't matter anyways, right?" I say. "Not for us. Obviously she minds." Britney say.

Parker was looking at him with questioning eyes. "It’s Jake Michelle...." "Oh my Goddddd". Jeffery fell down on his knees before he ran inside the bedroom frantically. Lucas and Parker followed him too; afraid he might wake up the boy, Liam. "Liam. Open your eyes. Open your eyes please". Jeffery was sitting on the floor by the bed, frantically kissing his hand, caressing his face with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Jeffery you gonna wake him up. What has happened to you"? Parker asked in a hushed voice.

Her team all nod in agreement. “DDG?” I ask under my breath and Jake turns to look at me with his hands on his hips. He may be gay, but I know the guy could probably knock men bigger and scarier than me on their ass. Jake is an ex MMA fighter, but his passion is hair and flair, apparently from what Mouse found in his file. “Drop dead gorgeous. Come on, big boy, learn the lingo.” He says and we all chuckle. “Still, I don’t see why she would be jealous.” Melody says, her voice small and vulnerable.

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

A few other couples were making out or fucking on the large sectional couch and the other bed in the corner, but most eyes were on us now. Tyler smirked down at me, his blue eyes dark with lust. “You look so fucking good like this, Sophie. All flushed and dripping. But the night is young.” Before I could respond, another guy from the circle downstairs stepped closer. His name was Jake — tall, lean, with messy brown hair and a tattoo sleeve running down one arm. He had been watching the whole time, stroking himself through his jeans. “Mind if I have a turn?” Jake asked Tyler, his voice rough.

​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.

At this point I became an empty shell. I lost everything at this point, my dreams, my hopes, ambitions, all of it, I did whatever they told me and in return they gave me stuff. “Get up. You are high enough.” Jake sighed, helping me to stand by holding my arms. “What the fuck do you want, Jake?” I growled, pushing him back with a growl on my face, hating to be touched by him. “Michael had found a new target. He is a transferred student. All of us are going to greet him.” He ordered, curling his lips downward, pouring me some water.