Jake Tapper Novel Novels & Stories

Emma said, opening Harper's with a snap. "Nor'd I," he said, grinning. "My brothers, I got five of 'em and I'm the young'un of the bunch, been trying for years t' encourage my education. Took me around t', well, sportin' houses, if you know what I mean." "Sir, please!" But thrills were racing, racing in her. She wasn't half convinced this was real, and thought she must have fallen asleep after all to be dreaming this conversation. "I was always a spot too shy back then, though," Jake said, shaking his head ruefully, as if amazed at his own foolishness. "Never did mor'n kiss a few. Name's Jake, by the way."

Aaron promised and kissed me on the forehead. Jake came in a moment later, dragging Mayra with him. He threw her on the floor in front of me. "Jake, what the hell?" she screeched. "Apologize to Jane, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" Jake roared. Mayra flinched. "I have nothing to apologize for," Mayra pouted. "You think I am some kind of an idiot? I know you told those guys to rape her. What kind of a girl does shit like that to another girl? Apologize before I lose my temper," Jake snarled.

Jake slid his book further down his thighs, his fingers digging into the corners of the cover until the cardboard backing groaned under the pressure. "She wants something," Jake said. He didn't look at me, keeping his eyes on the wall map where the red pins marked the border. "She doesn't just walk down that road in the middle of a downpour to have tea with Mira. Not after the ridge. Not after what happened at the northern sector."

It was a whole disaster! But turns out, it was a beautiful disaster that brought us together in the first place and I never regretted every little moment of it. Especially when being with him is starting to me feel whole again and being this happy, is a true dream come true for me. ~The End~ Honestly guys, this is like the only book I've wrote so far that only comes up at about twenty something chapters. But I'm glad Jake's story is done which also means that book two of the royal mafia series is completed.

He wanted Lucas to hold him… "When Jeffery left me......" ---- Tabby

It was the next day, and Dahlia and Jake were already preparing for school. She had just gotten out of the bathroom ready to dress up and Jake was lying on the bed reading a pocket novel. She was hesitant to dress up in front of him as she would normally do due to her recent discovery of Jake's love for her. "I don't know why I find this book very intriguing, it's so cliche in as many ways possible. It's about a boy who falls in love with this stranger that helped him" Jake said as he chuckled.

Saving Erin Book 1 of the Swift security series. Chapter one. Jake Swift's point of view The names jake Swift I go by the nickname of Swifty for obvious reasons and also as I like to get the job done ASAP. After leaving the army two years ago, I set up swift security; most of my employees are ex-army there, not just my friends. They are my family.

Jake replied causing the sweet smile on my lips to widen even more. "Good, why don't we start the game by taking off your bathrobe?" I said to Jake and he smirks at me and then takes off the bathrobe he's wearing right now. I could not help but swallow my saliva as he took off his bathrobe give me more access to his body that was full of tattoos. Jakipz is so fucking hot, he's like a descendant of some greek gods, I would do everything just to have him tonight. "Now tell me why I get this tattoo here," Jake said and pointed to his tattoo on his left chest, the tattoo was an old man with a long mustache. A smirk flashed across Jake's lips as if he is certain that whatever I have in mind is no

"I'm Jake, by the way. And you look like someone who's been wrestling with the same chapter for hours." How could he possibly know that? Emma clutched her pen tighter. "What makes you say that?" "The defeated slump of your shoulders, the aggressive laptop closing, and the fact that you've been unconsciously tapping out the rhythm of 'help me' in Morse code on the table for the past five minutes." Emma's hand stilled. She had been tapping. "You know Morse code?" "Former Eagle Scout. Also, current insomniac who reads way too much." Jake leaned back in his chair, studying her with those unnervingly perceptive green eyes. "So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..."

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’