Jake Ryan 16 Candles Car Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he walked inside to find the other three Walker offspring already there and waiting for him at a table. "You're driving Dad's Caddy?" Dylan grinned at Rogue, who'd spent the last week in Kansas, and gestured to the champagne-colored land barge parked at the curb. "Damn right." Rogue winked. "The thing is smooth as sin." Jackson fiddled nervously with the fork on a napkin in front of him. "You know, Dylan, when I got your email after that first week, I thought you'd gone crazy." Rogue nodded. So did Killian, who'd thought the same thing.

Lyra mumbled. Her eyes opened. Silver. Glowing. “_Luna_.” Then she was out again. We crossed into Canada as the sun came up. No alarms. No Council. Yet. Kieran pulled over at a rest stop. Remote. Trees. Lake. He got out. Came around. Opened my door. Looked at me. At Lyra. At Rylan. “My pack,” he said. Not Blood Moon. Not wolves. _This_. Car. Kids. Me.

Ethan looked at her as if she were a broken toy but he knew that she was the monster that broke all the toys on misfit island. “What is the make and model of the car? I'll send an APB on the car and we should track it down really quick.” Ethan spoke in a warm reassuring voice though he stared at his son as if to find them first. “It's a 2008 Red Jeep Wrangler X the license plates spell out Hale. Thank you, Ethan this is exceedingly kind, of you.” Riley spoke just as quickly and now she really did look worried that they would run but Jake knew that it had to be for different reasons.

The clock’s digital glow ticked away mercilessly in the silence: 71:22:47… 71:22:46… Jake didn’t waste another second. He grabbed his bag from the corner, pulling out a small black case. When he snapped it open, rows of gleaming tools and devices lay neatly inside USB sticks, signal detectors, a compact handgun. Ryan arched an eyebrow. “Jesus, man. You moving in for class projects or a war?” Jake’s tone was ice. “War.”

His mind brimmed with a multitude of plans, one of which involved moving Lily to a secluded spot in the park, known only to him—a place where she would be safe within the sanctuary of nature away from Blake. As the door creaked open, a blanket of darkness engulfed the cabin, shrouding its interior in an eerie silence. Jake's eyes strained to adjust to the lack of light, searching for any sign of life within the gloom. The faint glow of a dying ember in the fireplace caught his attention, beckoning him forward. Determined, he cautiously approached the hearth, his steps cautious yet resolute.

When we celebrate his death, I'll buy her whatever she wants. Jake is a good boy, who knows I'm not in the mood to stand around and hear him ramble about a bunch of bullshit, while he tries to scam me into a car I don't want or need. Instead, he goes right into showing me five vehicles that fit my criteria. I settle on a 2024 Chevrolet Tahoe LT. As we're inside signing the paperwork, my phone rings, and I see that it's Gray. Fucking finally.

Yes. She would go. . . . . . . . . . . Ryan stared at the screen of his phone as the blue tick popped up. He smirked. He tossed his phone onto the desk, leaning back in his chair. The penthouse was quiet, the city lights flickering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Jade stood by the bar, pouring himself a drink. “You’re really doing this?” Ryan didn’t look at him. “Yes.” “She’s seventeen.” “For two more months.”

Yes. She would go. . . . . . . . . . . Ryan stared at the screen of his phone as the blue tick popped up. He smirked. He tossed his phone onto the desk, leaning back in his chair. The penthouse was quiet, the city lights flickering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Jade stood by the bar, pouring himself a drink. “You’re really doing this?” Ryan didn’t look at him. “Yes.” “She’s seventeen.” “For two more months.”

The W.R.X. rolled to a low growl in the Michaels’ drive, engine hot from the run. The house hadn’t changed—white weatherboard, slate roof, neat beds—only the air had: a held breath over old memories. Please let them be alive. “Hey,” Tara said from the back, a hand to Jake’s shoulder. “You okay?” He wiped at the corner of his eye and lied like sons do. “Yeah.” Zak cracked his door, checked the street. “Ready? Moment of truth.”

*** Ryan stood in just his robe in the living area and allowed his gaze to shift around. The room needed a bit more darkness, he thought as he flicked his wrist. The room instantly got darker. With a nod of satisfaction, he snapped his fingers and watched as all the scattered candles around the suite lit up. The fresh, vaguely woodsy fragrance of sandalwood with a touch of nutmeg that wafted out of the lit candles evoked a super romantic feeling which made Ryan moan.