Jake Webber Funny Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

Instead, I stared at the fireplace across the room, the one nobody had lit in months. "I’m not pretending. I just don’t talk." "Same difference." The silence crept back in for a second. Then Zach broke it. "Anyway," he said, switching gears, "guess who completely embarrassed himself at the office today?" I didn’t need to guess. "Jake." Zach laughed. "Oh man. The guy walked into the presentation looking all proud, full suit, fake confidence and all. He starts talking, screen sharing from his drive, and boom. First slide, explicit photos. Beth’s and his together, in high quality."

“But if you’re feeling nervous, you can call security to scan us.” He waved it off. “Nah, that’s fine. So what’s the good news? You finally got kicked out of your father’s company? Need me to give you a job? I’ve got plenty of openings.” He was trying to rattle me—but I didn’t flinch. I let out a soft laugh. “It’s something much more exciting than that. And you’ll be even happier to hear it.” “Well, spill already,” he snapped, growing impatient. Jake leaned back. “Chill, Jason. You’re not even going to offer us something to drink? That’s not very host-like of you.”

Alpha Kyle's POV I paced around the room feeling rather uncomfortable. I was unable to sleep last night as my wolf didn't let me sleep. He had been disturbing me to look for our mate. Rejecting my mate wasn't a good decision as I didn't feel my body again. The pain was more than I had imagined. Even though I had tried to suppress it, I felt I couldn't continue to suppress it.

However, relaxed by the bright sun and sweat on my shoulders, I turned to Jake and asked, “You going to the movie tonight? You liked the last monster movie they played.” Jake took a bite of his sandwich and chewed slowly. A grin blossomed. He swallowed and before he took another bite he said, “Naw. Got somethin way better planned than a dumb-ass movie.” Bobby sighed. He’d heard that before. Everyone had. It was Jake’s usual precursor to whatever crazy-ass scheme he’d cooked up. “Let me guess. It involves fire-crackers and lighting a bag of dog crap on Mrs. Wilkins’ back porch.”

I said, putting my head in my hands. “I wrote that, didn’t I?” “You did,” he replied, and he sounded intensely amused. “Is there any way you could delete that email?” I groaned. “Not a chance,” he said, shaking his head. “I quite liked that email, once I got over all the insults; it was quite interesting to read.” “You’re making fun of me now, aren’t you?” “Only in the best possible way.” I laughed. “Is there such a thing?” “Of course,” Jake nodded. The waiter brought over our drinks, and I took a sip and allowed myself to relax a little.

Jake laughs behind me. “Slow down, hermosa.” Why are you trying to run when you can barely wobble? I stop in my tracks and turn to look at him. “What do you mean I wobble, Jake?” With the biggest smile on his face, Jake says.. “Do not worry, hermosa, you have the sexiest wobble I ever did see.” Humph, sexy wobble, huh? You better say that or I’ll whack you in your sleep and raise these boys with your sexy twin brother!

Drake's laugh was deep and warm, rich like good wine. "That's hilarious. I know him and he's broke most of the time." Jake popped his friend in the chest and pointed to the sofa. "Go sit down and stop killing the mystery of my character." Drake shook his head and walked to the living room, turning on the sports channel and sinking down into the couch. Kari laughed as she watched them, Jake walking up and letting his eyes drag over her. "Money... who needs money when you have passion?" "I'd take passion any day of the week," Kari whispered as he stopped in front of her, sliding his hands around her waist and squeezing her butt, a growl on his lips.

Jake, you fucking degenerate! Jake was smiling as he approached the center where Tales was slumped on the floor. Jake crouched beside him, microphone in hand, his sharp suit and confident smirk making him look every bit the master of ceremonies. He scanned the crowd, his voice dripping with mockery as he began. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Jake drawled, “tonight, you’re in for a more delicious treat. Meet Tales.” He gestured grandly at Tales, his grin widening. “He’s not just strong and defiant—oh no, that’s only the surface. This one? He’s a masterpiece of pleasure and pain. A fighter by day, and...” Jake leaned slightly toward the microphone, his voice dropping suggestively, “a dream in bed at

“I really don’t want to laugh. But this Jack or something, could you please perform the entire show up until the very end since you really wanted to play pretend. Could you please don’t give it up halfway through? If you don’t have the money, just don’t brag about yourself like that, okay?” In that instant, Harvey could not hold himself back anymore and thought. ‘Is this guy out of his mind? How could he try to act like the others and put up a show here in the auction house since he’s only merely capable? Is it the first time he came to such a place?’ “If you dare, go ahead and laugh again!” Jake was extremely angry because of his humiliation. “No matter what, I can still get a few million d