Just Jake Book Novels & Stories

I stumble to the ground, trying to get as far away from the cabin as I can. “Dear Haley. I’ve missed you.” That voice sends a shiver down my spine. I pull myself up to lean against a tree as Alpha Jake comes into view. I refuse to cower to him, I am not going back. “Where is the book Haley?” “Like I’d ever tell you.” “So you have found it,” he says with a sly smile. Shit, I played right into that one. “Search the house, it’s in there somewhere.” His wolves begin to tear through the house. Alpha Jake gets uncomfortablely close. I try to shove him by I have no strength. He takes my hand to pull me closer to him.

Kalia It was strange to hear Jake talking like this. Like a concerned parent. Like a man who had faced things i hadn’t even tried to imagine dealing with any of it. Maybe that's why he was so successful, he knew where to draw the line between his personal and professional life. I could learn a thing or two from him. My heart clenched tight. I had always assumed that Jake was just a carefree playboy. The kind of man who played around simply because he had money and power and no woman would say no, and no one would look down on him for simply doing what men did.

Jake open the door but no reply, I gave up and sat on the bed, and after like 30 minutes my stomach started “grumbling” I placed my hand on my stomach, squeezing it a little thinking it would ease out the pain, I went back to the door, I pound on the door Jake!!! Please get me something to eat, please, I said while my body slide down the door, after some minutes, I heard the sound of keys, I stood up and backed away from the door, the door opened revealing Jake with a plate of food, he gave it to me with a cup of water, then he shut the door locking it, I looked at the plate, it was covered with a foil paper, I removed the foil paper revealing 2 slice of bread, spread with jam and scramble e

If Jake's this smitten, you're definitely something special. As they settle into the hangout, sharing stories and jokes, Madeline realizes that Jake's friends are easygoing and genuinely interested in getting to know her and her friends. The evening turns into a mix of laughter, shared memories, and newfound connections, leaving Madeline feeling grateful for the support of her friends and the welcoming nature of Jake's buddies. Blake shares a funny story, Nathan teases Jake about his romantic side, and Justin ensures everyone feels included. Madeline, feeling accepted by both Jake's friends, is grateful for the evening.

I found Jake sitting in a chair, staring at the shelves like he could punch holes through the books. “Still sulking?” I teased, leaning against the doorframe. “Go away, Summer.” “Not happening.” I crossed to the chair beside him, folding myself down. “Your house is so big it even has a private library.” Small talks, Summer. Small talks. Jake snorted. “My grandparents like to read. These books have been collected for generations.” My eyes widened. “Really?” I stood and walked around. Slipped one book out of the shelves and held it up.

I asked, staring at the granite tabletop. “Do you mean this?” Jake said, pulling the leather-bound book off his lap and holding it up toward me with a wide smirk and dangerously dark eyes. “Yes,” I said, my heart skipping a beat, “that.” When he went to open it, I stood up and reached across the table to grab it, my robe falling open slightly. He pulled it just out of reach, smirk widening, and glanced down at my tits, just barely covered with silk fabric. “Oh, come on, Pretty Bird,” Jake teased. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

His smile was easy, like he already knew me. “You ever read this?” he asked, holding the book up. I glanced at the cover. “Years ago. Depressing, but brilliant.” He stood up fully. God. He was tall and lean but not lanky. His whole physique felt just… right. “Yeah, I think I’m in the mood for depressing and brilliant,” he said. “I’m Jake, by the way.” “Lena,” I said, and we shook hands. His grip was warm and firm.

He asked me. “Kai gave me my inheritance. We’ll be okay,” I said to him. “So what’s our plan, Jake?” He asked me. Slade has always called me Jake. He shortened Jericho Kiran to JK and that became Jake mainly because he had a speech impediment as a child and couldn’t pronounce his R’s until he was fourteen, but by that time Jake had stuck. “We’ll buy a house, get settled, register for school–” I began but he interrupted me.

Kiara held the book in her hand and Mishka’s eyes shifted to her while Christian moved out. Mishka read the title of the book with slightly parted lips, “The Antagonist Of My Life,” *** The next morning, Jake and Rylie were sleeping peacefully close to each other when the nanny knocked and entered inside. A genuine smile spread on her lips as she watched the father and daughter duo, and she was finally at peace as she was certain about what was coming next for Rylie, but she felt pity for Jessica who was continuously trying to pursue her fiancé since last night to accept Rylie but the man was adamant.

I crouch to his level and whisper, “Go to your room and play a video game, okay? Mommy needs to talk to Jake.” Dean nods, his eyes darting between Jake and me before running off to his room. I stand and gesture toward the couch. “Have a seat,” my voice shaky. Jake doesn’t respond. He sit down, his body tense. I sit opposite him, and the silence stretches on for a while. Finally, I break it. “What are you doing here, Jake? How did you find us?” The questions spill out, my curiosity and anxiety clawing at me. Jake frowns, as if my questions were ridiculous. “Karen escaped from prison,” he answers flatly and sighs before continuing. “I wanted to make sure you’re safe.”