Jake Tapper Novel Novels & Stories

We pull apart and I stare pridefully at them, three brothers, just like four years ago except we have come so far and we are not the same people anymore. "How's the study going?" I ask Jake and he shrugs casually. Jake is doing his masters in web designing and networking at Stanford University and has been gone for months because he got a job close to the university and he only returned to be at my wedding. "It's really going great, Taylor." I give him a deep double meaning look before asking, "Is there a girl you want me to meet?" A blush appears on his cheeks and nod. "Her name is Blake, Blake Noble."

Tyler stood inside, removing his coat, casual, calm… unaware of the storm he had walked into. Until Jake’s voice sliced the air. “Where were you?” Tyler looked up, startled at first, then irritated. “Can we not start tonight? I’m exhausted.” But Jake’s eyes were no longer eyes. They were gunmetal, cold, merciless, lethal. I should have known then. I should have screamed. I should have run to stop him. But I was too slow. Too broken. Too late. Jake marched straight toward the fireplace. I watched, my hands covering my mouth, as he pulled aside the small wooden panel embedded into the stone. Behind it was a safe, one I had seen only twice before, both times when life-altering decisions were be

Jake then ducked into the PPS building. The smell of coffee and the tap-tap on the floor drew my attention from the screen. I tossed a kitchen towel on the spill and reached for my ringing phone. “Nice to hear your voice, Thena.” “You certainly rocked the tower. Jake looked upset on the news.” “I saw. He and I reached an understanding, though. He has someone in mind for my replacement.” I smiled. Richard had cooked up a plan that I could get behind. “Where are you?” “Sitting at some bar in terminal D. I miss you already.”

Ashes Of Betrayal ‘Oh my God, Treasure was gone.’ He murmured. Jake’s heart seized in his chest, a cold, crushing weight. Jake backed away slowly, past the police line. He felt a profound sense of isolation. He reached for the car, leaned on it, and stared at the horror. The ending was indeed sad for Jake, the terrifying certainty that defied all logic and all firemen's reports, that Treasure was a creature of habit. She was always home on a Friday night, curled up with a book and a cup of tea to help her sleep.

I, for one, know how it feels to be left out, firsthand. I sighed. "You know the time Jake and I went to the library right?" He nodded in affirmation. "Yeah, that's where it all started. There is this book, apparently, it's written by Ameris and Jake wanted to show it to me so badly. He said that it contained sex scenes of Ameris and your great-grandfather," I breathed out, not feeling the need to hide anything from Jared anymore. Jared raised a brow, his face contorted in confusion. "What? Oh...yeah, I think I've heard Jake mention that once," Jared hummed already in thought.

He was smarter than that. Unless... "See?" Jake gave a maniacal laugh. "Turns out you don't need to be willing, I just need your fingerprint." The screen changed, files appeared and folders labeled "Honey Project" flashed across the screen. A frown creased my forehead. Theodore Blackwell was a smart billionaire, there was no way he would have given my card that much access into his private systems. Unless this was on purpose. "Now we just d******d," Jake clicked rapidly. "And we're done."

I take it and we walk to the door. ... It's times like this that I'm thankful there's a cafe real close to PHT. Like, it's just two blocks away and walkable. We enter the little Cafe and Jake pulled out my chair for me. A gentleman huh? I decided to probe him, maybe he'll tell me something about himself so I can clear my doubtful self. The waitress takes our orders and returns in a jiffy. "So Mr. Taylor..." "Please, call me Jake" "Jake...where are you from? Seattle?"

I heard Tim whisper softly as he stood next to me. I looked up at him with a look of shock before Tim chuckled and said loudly, "Alright, alright! Let's not tease the poor kid." Everyone shushed each other before Tim continued by saying, "He may be our newest recruit but he is definitely turning out to be a true contender!" Everyone then stands up as they clapped before Tim grabbed a drink from the table that was placed by the waitress and said, "Let's hear it for Jake!"

“What is it that you want?” Warren shifted on his feet. “I want you to kill Devon Longshire.” Jake huffed out a laugh. “They have a word for this. Entrapment. I’m not a hitman.” “I know exactly who and what you are, Jake.” “I’m an ex-con riding with an MC,” Jake said. “My room’s not wired, I’m officially on leave. You can check,” Warren said. “I know. You’re also divorced from Marcie and you have a three-year-old daughter named Emi-Lee.”

Jake muttered, his voice dropping into an ominous, hollow register. He gripped Avery’s arm—not with the gentle reassurance of a mate, but with the heavy, restrictive lock of a warden who had just discovered a massive, terrifying lie at the center of his perimeter. As they walked out of the tower into the freezing mist, surrounded by the silent enforcers, Jake didn't look at her. But inside his chest, his wolf was pacing with a completely new kind of hunger, realization dawning as the puzzle pieces of Avery's bloodline began to align in the dark.