Jake Peralta X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

"When you grow an actual soul and read something more challenging than Maxim for once, then you can criticize my conversation topics." "Fine, fine!" Jake held up his palms in mock surrender, ruddy cheeks still flushed from his howling fit. "So aside from those X-rated pedagogical debates over Nora's titillating wordsmithery, anything else juicy spark between you the nerds and the champ that I should be jotting down?" I was preparing an appropriately withering response when his phone buzzed with a text alert. Jake arched a brow at the preview text visible before looking back up at me with reinvigorated curiosity.

Last night was the greatest. ~~~~~~~~~ 1994…? That was even before she was born, this wasn’t Beatrice’s diary, and it couldn’t be one of Jake’s ex’s either. He’d definitely not existed in 1994…was this his mother’s? A family member’s? Delilah skipped the pages, reading until she heard Jake groan in his sleep. She closed the book, shoving it beneath the bed and looking back at him. He was twisting in his sleep, sweating profusely…it was like he was in pain, buried deep in pain he could not escape.

I responded and held Jake very tight. We lay on the bed naked and were silent for some time before I broke the silence. “Are you an Alpha?” I asked him. He looked at me in amazement. “Where did you hear that? I don't remember telling you anything like that” he asked. “When were you going to tell me? Do you want to build our relationships on secrecies?” I asked him. “I am sorry, everything happened in a hurry and I did not have the time to tell you” he apologised and I saw reasons with him.

Jake introduced. “Just Julia,” I corrected Jake. “Good evening, Mr. Alejandro.” I smiled, reaching a hand to him. He shook my hand. “Pleasure’s mine, Julia. I hope we get along.” I smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Alejandro.” “Just call me Luke,” he said kindly. “Luke. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “It’s mine as well,” he said. “Can I steal Julia for a dance later, Jake?” “Sure, you’re the boss. I’m going to meet some friends out there. I’ll leave you two to dance.” Jake said, patting his friend’s shoulder, but before leaving, he leaned into my ear and whispered. “F.Y.I. He’s into blondes...”

She wanted to read, but it was too long. “If you can stand the hurt, you can read,” Jake warned before walking out of the kitchen. Syila snorted. Being reminded like that only made her curiosity even more intense. She skimmed the contents of the letter and it was pretty much the same as what Jake had told her earlier. Of course, the contents of the letter were from Clarisa's point of view. Syila followed Jake who was already sitting on the sofa. The TV was on and Jake smiled sweetly as he looked at her.

Perspiration formed on his sculpted back where my nails dug in, holding on for dear life as his body smashed into mine. I glanced at the bed where James was recovering from his orgasm. Jackson had taken over Xavier’s place. He slid on top of my boyfriend, the two face to face, staring into each other’s eyes. They began kissing, and James let his hands caress Jackson’s back and head. The intimacy they shared made me look away and close my eyes. “Open your fucking eyes,” Xavier growled at me. I did and met his severe expression. “You deserve so much more.” I have no idea what he meant by that.

Stanley groaned, "He was just being a pervert and I got really jealous. He talked about things he could do to you that will make you scream......Please don't let me mention it." "Apart from him being a playboy, Jake is a really good person. I have no idea if he will ever settle down. I had wanted to make him Peanut's godfather but I still don't know." "You think he will corrupt peanut?" "I trust Jake, he won't corrupt Peanut. He can be very disciplined when he wants to and he can also be very playful too. I don't just know if he would be interested in being our baby's Godfather." "As I said, we don't see each other often but we keep in touch. So he knows about Rita, including when I broke up

“Because I’ve been wet all day thinking about this.” Jake didn’t waste time with words at all. His dick was already hard. He kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he backed her toward the bedroom… their bedroom. The one he shared with Ariana. The thought sent a dark thrill through him. He was about to fuck another woman on the same bed he shared with his fiancée. He pushed Cecilia onto the mattress, watching her red hair spill across the pillows Ariana usually slept on. “ Ouuu … Easy there, Jake. There’s no need to rush when I’m all yours,” she purred seductively as she spread her legs like an invitation, hooking her fingers into the lace of her panties and pulling th

"I'm honoured-" "So, are you as spicy as those books that you write?" Jake's comment cut off Quinn's words of appreciation. Her eyebrows furrowed and she narrowed her eyes at him before saying, "Excuse me?" "Well, I was once curious to know why my mother loved your books so much, so, I read them. I didn't think she would be reading a book with steamy scenes," Jake remarked. He smirked and gave Quinn a once-over before adding, "I must admit, you don't look like the type who would write such books in person."

AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter contains explicit scenes and strong sexual content. If you are not over eighteen, please refrain from reading this chapter and skip to the next. Third person POV Back at the lake house Brianna and Jake were getting ready for bed. She had her low cut spaghetti strap nightie that barely came down her bottom. With slits on the side, exposing her matching silk thong in navy blue, without a bra. She sat at her vanity combing her hair as Jake came out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his body still full of water droplets running down his chest.