Jake Sully Novels & Stories

At least Jake was alive. “I don’t want the armed forces to come for me too” Hunter needed him to see his point. He was glad Bentley was in the car, he knew it was only a matter of minutes before he would get all riled up and beg Wyatt to consider what Hunter had just said. “If you let Jake go, we can still carry on with the contamination plan and you would still win” Wyatt groaned. Contaminating the maple syrup wasn’t enough. He wanted to see Nate suffer the same way Wesley had suffered. There was some sort of satisfaction he got from watching people beg and suffer.

All you do all day is stay home and paint! Is he lying to give a good impression? Ryder narrowed his eyes at Jake. Sly fox! "What job?" Henry asked. Calmly, Jake picked up his fork and knife and looked at Henry, secretly feeling quite confident. Yet he didn't dare to look at Ryder when he answered. "I own a few galleries in a couple of towns and work as a writer too. I have published a few books so far and I'm recently working on a new one." As he said this, the expressions on Michelle and Henry got better, but Ryder kept staring at Jake like she was seeing him for the first time. This is Jake, right? My Jake? When.... How... Why don't I know anything about this!!!

With a heavy sigh, Jake replied. “Alright, but it is only temporary until you get someone else for the position. I have my own plans.” Jake said with a smile. “Now that that is out of the way, two more serious situations concerning Miss. Susan Writtle.” Blake began., “Blake, about that, I’ve been in contact with an Abdu family from Africa and have been trying to secure her safety. As for Jenkins, it was a shock to me when I heard he was killed.” Jake quickly stated.

Jace says before Connor goes on to add “ The mother lived in a cabin on the outskirts of the pack and it seems she kept a low profile, she was hardly noted in any records, almost as if someone censored her existence.” “Now for the dad, it’s Council Alpha Raymond Oakley, former Alpha of Black Oak,” Jace says. “The one that was at Isla’s Luna ceremony?” Grayson asks, leaning forward in his chair, and looking at me, “Isla met him and dropped her glass remember? Think she knows him?”

Livie Ricky, Kaiden, Zane, and I had a long talk. We planned it all out. I'd call Desiree, and ask to see her. Once with her, Kaiden, Zane, and Ricky would join me and try to convince her to help, but, without letting Skylar and Desiree's husband Cole know about any of this. It sounds bad, I know, but we needed to do it this way.

“See…she’s f*cking dead. There’s nothing we can do, Sash~” Something beeped and then came the sound of a heartbeat. “We got a pulse…hurry up, get me the…” Without hearing anything else, Jake passed out on the floor, drowning in his memories…drowning in unconsciousness. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

Selena's POV As I passed my phone to Jake, his gaze was glued to the video of the children playing. A genuine smile bloomed on his face, making a pang of disappointment shoot through me. All this time, I'd held onto this secret, and for what? The sheer joy on his face was unbelievable. Jake Marino, here in New York, sitting across from me? It still felt surreal. Hillary and Mom didn't know about him yet, and I desperately wanted to keep it that way, especially from the media. That's why I'd been so cautious about arranging these meetings.

Jake: "Alright. I'm not going to give you a heads-up if this happens next time. I just thought it would be a great chance for you to get some brownie points. If this is how you're speaking to me, I'll help Mr. Caldwell out right now." Winston: "I dare you to do that." Jake read Winston's curt response and broke into a smile. He glanced at Terrence, who was on the phone near the safety exit. Terrence wore a frown and looked visibly frantic and nervous. "Who's his rival?" Jake asked his assistant. "It's the Sullivan Group." Taken aback, Jake asked, "So, is Kennedy Sullivan involved?" "Yeah." Jake clicked his tongue. A drama was about to unfold. There was bad blood between Kennedy and Winston,

I swear it. When I returned to the pack house, Jake was already there, his face twisted in pain as he spoke with a group of warriors. He looked up as I approached, his eyes locking onto mine. “Who?” he asked simply. “Tim,” I said, my voice breaking. “They killed Tim.” Jake’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might break. He turned away, slamming his fist into the nearest wall. The sound echoed through the room, a raw, physical manifestation of his rage.

Jake wasn’t just angry—he was exhausted, his patience running on fumes. “Do you think Reyna knew?” I asked him. “That Stephanie was a rogue?” He hesitated, then shook his head. “No. Reyna isn’t like that. If she had known, she would’ve told us.” That much, I believed. Reyna had never been one to keep secrets, not from us. Jake let out a slow breath, his fists clenched at his sides. “Any wrong move from Sarah or Stephanie… and I’ll end them. I swear it, John. I won’t hesitate.”