Jake Tapper Novel Novels & Stories

"Targeted at you?" "I don't know," she said, her voice trembling. "But it didn't feel like an accident." "And you think it was the Drakkons?" Jake asked, his voice grim. Lila's wolf looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear. "I don't know," she repeated. "But I'm afraid it might be." _______________________ "We're in Lake Town to track someone," Jake said, changing the subject, needing to see her reaction. "A hacker named Lawrence. He's been selling intel to the Drakkons."

When I was done, I wrapped my hair up in my silk bonnet, did my skincare routine like a religious ritual, and slid into my comfort clothes, biker shorts, a fitted undershirt, and an oversized tee that hung off one shoulder like it had seen some things. Downstairs, the family room was still a war zone. I headed to the kitchen to grab that leftover pizza, only to hear footsteps behind me. Jake. Fraternity, pretty boy. The kind of fine that got people in trouble. Sharp jawline, gym body, a full sleeve of tattoos he definitely used to reel in unsuspecting women like it was a sport. And he played that sport well. “Hey, Ceecee.” “Hey, Jake. What’s up?” “Nothing but this dic... ”

She laid down and closed her eyes, she felt like hell and needed to sleep it off. Jake figured he’d go back to his apartment and pick up some warmer clothes to take with him while she was asleep. There he hurried and grabbed some clothes and shoved them into a small suitcase. Just as he opened the door a woman appeared, Libby. She was one of his one-night stands. “Libby, what are you doing here?” “I was waiting for you to call me back and when you didn’t I thought I’d just pop in.” She then put her arms around his neck and put him up against the wall she kissed him.

Jake My feet tapped impatiently on the floor whilst Todd paced back and forth, making phone calls and waking up every lawyer and judge in London. I was not an impatient man or easily rattled. But knowing my wife had been wrongly accused and brought specifically to a jail that was owned by Carter Dickson had me on a cliff edge. He was getting me back for losing his last case.

Emma opened it to find the first proof copy of her book: A Love That Lingers. The cover was simple an image of snow falling on a wooden cabin but the title gleamed in silver letters. Her name below it felt unreal. Jake walked in, took one look at the book, and grinned. “It’s real. You’re an author.” Emma ran her fingers over the pages, stunned. “It still feels like someone else’s story.” Jake wrapped his arms around her. “But it’s yours. Every word. Every scar and victory. You earned this.” Later that night, Emma curled up by the fire, book in hand, Lila asleep upstairs. She read the final page aloud to herself:

"This could’ve been easier. You could’ve ruled beside me." "Ruled?" My voice cracked. "You—you're staging a coup." Jake didn’t deny it. The man I thought I loved was tearing apart everything my family built. And I was powerless to stop it. Tade raised his sword. "Kill her now." Jake hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough. Because then— The doors burst open. And in stormed a nightmare wrapped in shadows and gold. Damien. Not a prince. Not a noble. A warrior. A king.

This book has stalker and captive themes. Sex scenes are consensual and with participants over 18+. Do not read if triggered. Jake She was made to suck my cock. She just didn’t know it yet. The moment I saw her, my hand reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out the tattered cigarettes. When I touched one to my lips, it would have only been fair if it had burst into flame without any heat. The concrete cool against my shoulder, I took the first drag, my eyes never leaving her as she bounded down to the platform, lugging a suitcase almost as big as she was behind her.

, the heroine suddenly bratty, defiant, and dripping with need—just like her. The door creaked open. I didn’t turn. I knew the footsteps. “Are you drunk?” Jake asked, stepping inside and dropping into the opposite chair. He's my buddy. “Not yet.” I lifted the glass in a lazy toast. “Just losing my fucking mind.” I told him everything. The discovery. The blackmail. The contract. The way Zara had fingered her tight little pussy right in front of me while I read. Jake’s expression shifted from amusement to genuine concern. “You’re attached.”

Jeremy began but got cut off by Jake T, a seven-foot tall alpha; “Dude, your mind ain’t here.” Jake T growled. “Hell, even my mind ain’t here and he ain’t my fucking mate. Tell us what we wanna hear so we can all get the fuck outta here. I can’t believe you actually rebelled when the Lady gave you that.” He jabbed his forefinger in Ryan’s direction.

Jake sighed, he stood and went to look out the window. There was nothing much to look at, just the garden behind the hospital and the thick woods further down. “I was going to tell you everything after the dinner, I was going to tell you everything about who I am and what you are to me.” “Your mate.” She said, and Jake turned to look at her. “Yes.” He answered looking at her but he could not read her. She nodded at his answer. “I grew up reading about your kind in books, never in my wildest dreams did I ever dream of seeing your kind, let alone being mated, kidnapped, and attacked by one.”