Jake Ryan 16 Candles Car Novels & Stories

Ryan's musky scent embedded the truck cabin and filled her nostrils, and she couldn't help to steal a glance of his muscular frame. Ryan turned towards her; he smiled confidently, like he could sense her attraction. Nueva's quickly looked away, pretending to stare out the window, and she thanked God that the poor light in the car hid her bright red cheeks. Ryan pulled into Lucinda's parent's large gravel driveway and found a parking spot up the front among the many guest's cars. A large white weatherboard house towered next to them, looking over a skyline silver-coloured lake. As they stepped out of the car, the smell of rich earthy wood scented smoke surrounded them from the tepee shaped bo

She caught Ryan staring at her body more than once, his dark eyes lingering on the curve of her breasts, the way her nipples pressed against the delicate fabric. Jake, oblivious, laughed at something Ryan said before taking another swig of his beer. “Man, you gotta stay over tonight,” Jake slurred slightly, already tipsy. “Too late to drive.” Ryan smirked, his gaze flickering to Lena. “Yeah, I’ll crash on the couch.” Lena licked her lips slowly, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. “Mmm, that sounds… fun. That would be great.” Jake chuckled, not catching Lena’s veiled sarcasm, and stretched out on the armchair, his eyelids growing heavy. Within minutes, his breathing deepened and h

Jake Calder—Lakeside senior, valedictorian, dark skin, locs tied with cedar cord, earth-green eyes, 6'3" and built like he could bench-press the lake—stood with a stunned grin. Linden Sage—Lakeside senior, quarterback’s older sister, auburn hair braided with lake reeds, storm-gray eyes, lightning in her smile—laughed so hard she almost dropped her pom-poms. The bonfire roared higher on its own, reshaping into a four-headed coyote. Remy killed his YZ’s throttle. Silence fell louder than any roar. He stepped forward, fire bowl in both hands—cedar, sweetgrass, lake water at midnight.

LARISSA AURÉLIE FARSULEIA I shivered as a chill ran through my body, caused by the cold wind fluttering in through the carriage window. I took a peek from outside and my gaze was drawn to the trees that lined our route to the venue. The lights of the Aurum Palace were visible, casting a warm and inviting glow against the dark night skyline. “Look, Aurélie, we’re here.” My father, sitting opposite me in the carriage, raised his hand and pointed outside, gesturing for me to lean forward and take a closer look at the scene.

Jake said. “Take care, Wrath. You know your place is always waiting for you whenever you want to patch in.” Jake left the clubhouse, and drove around the building back to the main gate. It had taken him six hours to trace Caroline to Adamstown to Mark Schafer in Cocalico. It had been a productive day and the fifty grand in his pocket was proof of that.

His headlights flashed through the window as he pulled out of the driveway and into the street. As the sound of his car's engine faded, Gina sighed and pulled out her phone. "Alright," she muttered. "Let me order theUber so we can get to the party on time." ___________________________________ Jake tightened his fingers around the steering wheel as the car moved through the empty streets. The streetlights on both sides flickered on but they did minimal to light the road before him. With his left headlight dead, he could barely see. Sighing, he turned on the music, letting the evening jazz fill the quiet of the car. Then he looked down at his phone sitting in the passenger seat, the screen sti

Jake’s mouth was around my nipple, his tongue circling slowly while his hand gently squeezed the heavy flesh. I was still drunk, head spinning, body slow to respond. The car was parked right outside my house compound, engine off, lights out. Jake didn’t know I was waking up. He sucked a little harder, moaning quietly like he couldn’t help himself. My heart started racing, but my body felt too heavy to move fast. At that exact moment, bright headlights swept across the street. Ryan’s car pulled up behind us. He got out, phone in hand, looking annoyed. He started walking straight toward Jake’s car, squinting to see through the tinted windows.

“Of the one Sapphire wore the day she died. He looked out at the steam rising from the water. “If we didn't find this lake in time, his rage would've erupted and everywhere in nightfall will be covered in flames. Roderick and Olah took it too far. It's like they forget that Ryan isn't any ordinary Lycan, he's a fire Lycan.” The words didn't sink in at first. Then they did. I looked back at Ryan. I looked at the water still steaming around his ankles and the way his shoulders were still hunched with anger.

My wrists are pulled wide, held firmly to the cold metal bars of Jake’s headboard. I’m handcuffed. I’m completely naked, spread wide on the messy sheets. The air is cool on my wet skin but the moment I realize I’m trapped, a fresh wave of heat rushes to my core. I don’t feel scared, I feel a throb of pure, desperate hunger between my thighs. "She’s awake," a voice whispers. It’s Ryan, I see the butt of a cigarette glow near the window before he takes it out. Then I hear movement on the other side of the bed, Jake sits up, he is tall and imposing in the dark.

All I was able to notice was, we went up the mountain path Kent had suggested. Max stopped only when we reached pebbled grounds. He got up, balancing on his two hind legs, dropping me on my back in the process. This caused me to look up at the gray and black castle that stood before me. It had countless steeples and each of them had a red flag with a black wolf stitched within it. From the windows I could see, I saw designs of red and green glass with a candle dancing right in the center. It looked majestic. “Took you both a while.” Kent was already here, wearing yet another fur coat, giving me a devilish smile.