Jake Tapper Novel Novels & Stories

"If they offer you money, take it, if they don't, you write it down in this book. They might not look it, especially Simon here who doesn't look part of the living, but they self-monitor pretty well and they'll come pay their tabs by the end of the month, you don't need to worry about that though." "Ok." I nod again, feeling like one of those dogs a few of my foster parents had in the front of their cars. "Tell me a bit about yourself, Jake. How did you end up with Maggie?" I must look horrified by his demand to know about my life, because he goes back to expression number two, dropping his grin and narrowing his eyes again.

author pov Since leaving the packland, Jake and the other two warriors have spent their time together getting to know one another, so they can act like the stepbrothers they are supposed to be. They spend their days hunting and traveling. Trying to look like rogues and taking what they want or doing what they want. In the evening and nights, they cook the catch of the day, eat, drink, and play card games while asking questions of each other. By the time they find Lucifer’s camp, they are well acquainted with one another and act like the brothers they are supposed to be. Before riding up to the camp, they seek entrance into, Jake, Tiger, and Bryan to give themselves one more night to prepare.

‘So much for gym class! Giving up, Jake stopped heaving and set the book on his lap. “You show up in my life and now you can't open! And I’m talking to a...” He had hardly finished that statement when a low whirring sound filled the toilet followed by what Jake could see was fire. The book opened itself up, its pages flipping madly and at the very centre of it, a fountain of orange flames shot up about three feet in the air. ‘What the fuck!’ Jake quickly grabbed the book by the sides when a rapping came on the door.

Daniel asked and Jack closed the gap between their lips pulling him up. In this moment. He could even die of happiness he was feeling. ----- Tabby

“You’re dead. The dead don’t come back.” “But I’m here,” Hayden said. “I came back.” I’d never seen Tara this frantic. She was practically the verge of tears, her hands trembling, but her grip tight on the gun. “Fine. I’ll make sure you stay dead this time,” she said coldly. Then Jake slammed into her from behind, hard enough to send her crashing to the ground. The gun skidded across the snow with a dull clatter. Jake had somehow managed to escape the guards in the cabin. I wondered if he’d killed them.

He’s been acting strange for weeks now, and I’m starting to wonder if there’s something big he’s not telling me. But then I remember that I have my own secrets to worry about. Like figuring out when I can see Tara again as Jake. Like making sure she never finds out that her online boyfriend is actually one of the twins she hates. Like keeping up this lie that’s getting more complicated every single day.

“I know, but I believe in your friendship with him, Tyler. You’ll find a way to explain it to him, and he’ll understand. It’s not like I’m abandoning you both. I just need to find my own path.” Tyler sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. “You’re different, Sophia. That’s what we like about you. You’re not like other girls who try to seduce or hit on us. We feel comfortable with you.” Before I can respond to Tyler, Jake suddenly appears, balancing three bottles of wine in his hands and under his armpits. He sets them on the table, causing a clink of glass, and plops down on a chair beside us. His presence breaks the tension, but he doesn’t seem particularly interested in the atmosphere or o

The moments of rest I got from it were moments where I let myself dream of Dana. "Dr. Tarrington." Jake rolled his wheelchair up beside me as I stood at the front of the church. The poor kid was one of my two TAs at UT and had been through hell himself over the last few months. A love story gone bad had almost taken his life. How the young woman that said she loved him could stab him repeatedly in the chest until he was lifeless was beyond me. We live in a fucked up world. "Jake. How are you?" I wanted to push a bit of positive inflection in my voice, but couldn't seem to muster the energy.

She responded. So what's up people. I love this book so far. Things are getting interesting. What is going on in the Masked Monster's head? Tara:I don't know. I'm so scared. What if he tortures me? Jake:I'll protect you babe. *Winks and flexes his muscles as all the girls faint* Author:Why can't I be Tara? Jake is so awesome. *Cry's and dies in a gutter as Jake leaves with Tara* Please vote, read,,comment and share.

I asked, staring at the granite tabletop. “Do you mean this?” Jake said, pulling the leather-bound book off his lap and holding it up toward me with a wide smirk and dangerously dark eyes. “Yes,” I said, my heart skipping a beat, “that.” When he went to open it, I stood up and reached across the table to grab it, my robe falling open slightly. He pulled it just out of reach, smirk widening, and glanced down at my tits, just barely covered with silk fabric. “Oh, come on, Pretty Bird,” Jake teased. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”