Jake Paul Birthday Novels & Stories

His eyes roamed from her slim long nose to her plump lips, and her pale cheeks. “I'm surprised you can leave this soon,” he added as his hand brushed the strand of hair off Anna’s face. “You aren't the only one, Paige was stunned too.” He looked out of the car and saw that they were on the highway that led to his estate. “Probably because it was the first time, I'm sure she almost didn't believe it. Man, you don’t even take time off during our birthdays.” Jacob pointed out. Even though he was a cold-blooded and brutal mafia lord, he was big on birthdays. He cherished them because it was the only time he got to see his mother in a year.

Gabriel added, sighing. "We still have seven days before Halloween..." Jake said with a shrug and a slight agitation at the word 'Halloween'. If there was one thing Jake hated more than his brother, it was Halloween. He just simply never understood how people could put on ridiculous costumes to celebrate such a ridiculous holiday!

I wasn’t allowed at the table, not worthy of their company. As I worked, my mind drifted to tonight, a flicker of warmth in the cold. It was Jake’s twentieth birthday, and I’d saved every penny from the little I was given by my parents as allowance to buy him a gift: a leather-bound journal, perfect for his nerdy love of poetry. Jake, with his thick glasses and shy smile, was my lifeline, the only reason why I showed up at school despite the endless bullying.

Hazel raised her eyebrows, not afraid or panicked, but instead smiled brightly. "Mr. Jack, who would be foolish to seek death? I haven't had enough of life yet, why would I want to die?" She blinked a few times. "By the way, today is your birthday. It's not very nice to say these things, right?" Jack chuckled, seeming to be in a better mood. "You know it's my birthday." "I know." Hazel shrugged. "I even organized your birthday party myself. Unfortunately, you didn't come."

KYRA "Happy Birthday, babe! Come over in the evening. I have a surprise for you!" A grin split across my face. Jake is my other half and deserves to know the truth. I owe him that much if we're going to be together for the rest of our lives. Maybe today is the day he proposes!! My cheeks ached with a smile as I typed out my response and dropped my phone on the dresser. Today is a special day. I took a deep breath and waited,

"I am saying the truth, okay? I don't know if your husband mentioned his twentieth birthday to you, how he slept with an anonymous lady and how he has no memory of it, bullshit! It was you he slept with on that day. He is the man who raped you. You can go and check if the date matches. Jake Conat's birth date is on the 5th of July, date sounds familiar? And Andrew, isn't it such a coincidence that his birth date clashes with that of your supposedly dead son!" "Shut the f**k up!" Maddie yelled. She refused to believe this b*tch! But why were her words making sense? Was Jake's birthday really on the 5th of July? She could never forget that date because it was the very date she had gotten abduc

I recognized them, they were friends with Jake, we were all the same age more or less, Jake was eighteen years old and so were they, I was yet to turn eighteen which was merely a few months away, not that this held any real importance to me however, I could remember my birthday month, but not the actual day. My mom had always told me how I was born in May, she called it the most beautiful month. Thinking of this made me feel both happy and sad.

“They’re delivering a hospital bed and oxygen tank tomorrow.” For the first time in a long time, the house felt lighter. Hope had a way of changing the air. The next morning, Jake turned sixteen. With everything happening, we’d almost forgotten — but Maya hadn’t. Somehow, despite being thirty-nine weeks pregnant, she’d gotten up early and made pancakes. “Happy birthday,” she said, placing a plate in front of him with sixteen crooked candles. Jake blinked. “You’re not supposed to be cooking.” “One batch of pancakes won’t hurt me,” she said, smiling softly. “Now make a wish.”

Dax was devastated. "You're lucky I don't make it two weeks or a month the mood I'm in." Tamera warned. They play a couple of games with the kids, then eat cake and ice cream. Afterwards, they open gifts. After all the presents, Tamera and Paige each bring out a present. One for Dax and one for Jake. "Jake first." Tamera urged. "It's not my birthday." Jake denied. "No duh." Paige responded. Paige handed him the present. Jake opens it, and it's a black mug with white baby footprints on it that reads "soon to be a dad."

Xander said. “Taylor’s good now. The heat broke early, so I left her to sleep while I got back to my routine.” “Nice. So, do you know what day it is?” Kade asked. I looked at my phone because I really didn’t know what day it was. “Tuesday?” “Well, yes, but what’s the date?” “May 6. So what?” Then I thought about it. “Oh! It’s your birthday. Happy birthday, man. Twenty-four looks good on you.”