Jake The Pirate Novels & Stories

"I did..." his cheeks take a redder color. "I didn't have time to change from my pajamas before I saw your car rolling in," he looks at me, grunting. "Hello, I'm Jake. Nice to meet you." Instead of hugging me, he shoves a gigantic hand toward me and blinks down at me with, once again, that trademark intensity the brothers share —I think the intimidation gene runs in the family. Also, why the fuck are they all giants?!

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

Although Jake was just 13 years old and about to cross 14 years old, one could hardly predict his years because he appeared like someone who was 16 years old already. Jake sighed and responded, “Yes, I promise.” “Good,” the old man nodded. As soon as he was done making the promises before everyone, the old man who spoke earlier proceeded and climbed the stairs to the throne. The old man stood before the throne and widened his arms with his palms also opened. He said a few things to himself before he finally took the crown off the throne. He turned around and descended to where Jake was kneeling. Standing above Jake, he said, “By the power vested in me, I pronounce you as the new Alpha king o

Zelda’s POV The lights suddenly illuminated Alpha Jake, the center of attention at his welcome party. Dressed in a white suit with a golden symbol on the chest, he radiated authority. "Welcome, Alpha Jake," the usher began, trying to build up the atmosphere. "The alpha of the rogues, the one and only alpha who can have any woman he desires, the alpha who slayed a lion at the age of three, the alpha who—" Alpha Jake interrupted the usher, raising his hand to silence him.

His skin is fair and tinted pink from the sun, and his hair is a mousy dark blond but unruly, touching his shoulders in rough waves. “Who are you?” I mouth, unsure if the words make any sense. I think I might have bit down hard on my tongue because it’s swollen and throbbing with echoes of dull pain. “Jake,” he says simply, casually, shrugging one shoulder. He has a teenager’s build–tall and lanky, like he hasn’t quite caught up with his height yet. “And you’re Brie, the captain's mate.” “Yeah,” I reply, my voice like gravel.

but i must save jake, he's probably hurting or hungry somewhere" "we need to think through if you want to hand over a madrees to a stranger who's probably a psycho?" "why other choice do i have?don't you get me jason? jake is i'm danger just because i couldn't turn down some sukb school project and got him involved with the pack house" "too bad" "wait jason i remember, the person who took jake captive is a teacher, my history teacher" jason stares at nadir in disbelief like she had just gone crazy and all,

Jack gave them a firm nod as he already knew them. "My friends from the royal pack. This property belongs to Alfred", Maverick said. Jack looked at him expressionless because of his lack of interest in this nonsense. "I need your help", Maverick said. Jake knitted his brows showing slight interest. "I want you to hide a few people in your pack", Maverick said and Jake understood. "Are they parents of that woman?" Jake asked and Maverick nodded. "So whatever that woman said was true", Jake stated slowly nodding his head.

​Before the engine could even cut out, the heavy oak front door of the main house slammed open. ​"Look who finally decided to bring the hostage!" a loud, booming voice echoed across the lawn. ​Jacob "Jake" Bill lounged on the porch railing, a half-eaten green apple in one hand and a basketball spinning effortlessly on the index finger of his other. Jake was nineteen, six-foot-one, with a messy, sun-bleached brown crew cut and sharp green eyes that always looked like they were searching for the nearest source of entertainment. He was Mike's childhood shadow—wherever Mike went, Jake was usually raiding the fridge or causing a scene close behind.

“Here we are. I'll pick you up after school.” “As much as I love being a passenger princess, I'll have to decline. Get on with your work, I'll find my way home,” "Work ain't that interesting these days," He answered. Jake was the Vice Captain of the Pack Guard. All through the years, I'd listened to him go on and on about becoming Captain. Hearing him make such a statement broke my heart. “What happened?" "Roman happened. He and his men. They're keeping us on our toes, but I'm sure we'll adjust in no time and be fine,"

Her team all nod in agreement. “DDG?” I ask under my breath and Jake turns to look at me with his hands on his hips. He may be gay, but I know the guy could probably knock men bigger and scarier than me on their ass. Jake is an ex MMA fighter, but his passion is hair and flair, apparently from what Mouse found in his file. “Drop dead gorgeous. Come on, big boy, learn the lingo.” He says and we all chuckle. “Still, I don’t see why she would be jealous.” Melody says, her voice small and vulnerable.