Jake The Pirate Novels & Stories

The man on the dock screams profanities, his voice cracking with rage. “You should really stop stealing ships and make your plans more realistic,” I snap, anger spilling through me as we scramble aboard. “That’s rich,” jake pants, heaving from the chase. “Coming from the guy who just torched two cop cars.” Fair enough.

Alex scoffed in disbelief. "It's really unbelievable, Your Highness. By the way, guess who I met today," Jake said to Alex. "Who did you meet, Jake? You know very well that I'm not good at guessing," Alex said to Jake. "Well, it's no one else than Dave, Mara's baby daddy, and to think that the fool was playing nice with me, only if he knew how much I wanted to strangle him with my very own hands, but then I remembered that it wasn't my job, but someone else's, so I decided to keep my calm and keep on playing the dumb guy," Jake said to Alex.

Not only did he not bat a single eyelid with a firearm pressed against his head, but he also had a keen sense of observation. Jake watched the footage, not making any rash moves. Meanwhile, James glanced at the black-vested man and laughed. “You look like him, alright. Not even a single trace of a flaw.” “If so, why do you say I’m not the real Jake Graham?” “Your aura.” James explained, “Jake Graham is an extremely influential man. As the King of the Underworld and the honcho of a local turf, he has to exude some sort of aura. But, you, on the other hand…”

After his short-term community service, Jake out and out decided to come with us and an unfamiliar guy, in his statement shirt, whom I just met today. His opal eyes, angular face shape, and his chocolate brown grungy hair sheds another Aries’ offspring. He greeted us with a lukewarm nod and laid his head low again, playing a retro game in his phone. His name is Marco. “He’s a game freak. It’s hard to grapple his attention when he’s too absorbed by the fictitious aliens and virtual spaceships that is his whole life,” Jake japed. Jake’s playful verve is always up the roof. His shenanigans in the fast-food chain made me impassive towards his frivolities.

I chuckled, if I didn't see the original map made by many people who travel around to get the most detailed ways then I bet I can't do that. "These plans are well written too, you are very talented my lady!" Jake happily stated and winked at me. I gulped and avoided his eyes, I feel like my heart is going to melt. Why the hell does he look so damn cool with the bruise on his side lips? Goodness, damn this handsome pirate. But I'm glad he's back to his normal self. I calmed myself and face them. "Thank you, tell me if there's a thing that you don't understand, I'll explain it to you," I said, Captain Drake raised his hand. I stood up and walk toward him.

Witches and wolves don’t get along, but what does it mean when Arla is both? Jake was very tall, and very good looking. He was nineteen years old and had close-cropped black hair and striking sea-blue eyes. He spent a lot of time training outdoors, and his skin was permanently sun-kissed as a result. And oh, the muscles. He had muscles upon muscles.

He said seriously. "What the fuck bro? I'm not a donkey!" He growled. "Says the man who dressed up as a donkey at my birthday party when I was 14." Max deadpanned. "I thought it was a dressing up party!" He reasoned. "Whatever, Jay this is Jake, Zach and Lydia son. And Jake this is my g—" "I already know my dear prince, you are his girlfriend, the queen it's such an honour to meet you. I am Jake Jacobs, the strongest knight in Raven." He introduced himself.

We weren't in love. "I have a pest around. He's looking for someone to hunt. Once he sees you, he'll come for you." I chuckled. "What is he? The grim reaper?" "This isn't a joke, Scarlett," his expression was stern as he spoke. "You're the Alpha of this pack," I reminded him. "He's a pest. I can't get rid of him that easily. I can't kill him, neither can I banish him," he confessed. Was there really anyone in the pack strong enough to make Alpha Jax speak that way?

The air was crisp with the promise of dawn as Jake tightened his leather armor, preparing for the hunt. His eyes held a mix of worry and determination, the lines of tension etched into his face deepening as he turned to me. I stood in the doorway of our room, arms crossed, pretending to be calm. "You don’t have to do this alone," I said softly. Jake stepped closer, his presence grounding. "This is something I need to do. Jacob is my responsibility, Prisca. He’s done enough damage, and it’s time I put an end to it."

He sighed. “How?” “By giving our information and started a rebellion against me to her brother,” “Jake, right?” I muttered, not liking that man in the slightest. “Yeah… he is an asshole. He used to be a rogue wolf; a packless or exiled wolf but now he is with Armiz,” He ended, intertwining his fingers with mine, staring into my soul with those eyes that longed for me too much. Holding my both hands as we stared at each other, almost turning oblivious of this world but the mention of his mysterious man had begun to irk me now.