Just Jake Book Novels & Stories

-Jake <3 I went to her phone book and opened this guy's contact info. Then I went back to my messages and replied to him and reminded myself that I need to talk like Lindy. Wait, how does Lindy even talk with this guy? Okay, Milo Beckett time to mess up someone’s fairytale because the woman is mine Jakey: Why don't you let her take a cab? She doesn't need my help. She's big enough, she can take care of herself. Well, okay then. If you say so. I'll let her friends take her home instead. Sorry for disturbing you. -Jake the dog (Adventure Time)

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.

“I’m telling the truth. It’s... complicated. Jake is not your typical guy. Let’s say, there’s more to him than meets the eye.” Sasha’s eyes blinked many times, and her lips formed an O. “Is he intense? Like bad daddies intense?” She wiggled her eyebrows and giggled. She had been telling me that even before, Jake was like someone who would spank a girl on his lap and fucked her raw and glad. Bad daddies, she said. I laughed, “You’re crazy, Sash. Come on, he’s just...” “Just what?” she pressed on, her eyes gleaming with fun. “Tell me. We share secrets. I’ve told you mine already.”

she asked, her voice sugary sweet, though the venom underneath was impossible to miss. I didn’t look up from my book. “Busy.” Tammy huffed, clearly annoyed by my lack of interest. “Well, he should make time for me. After all, I’m supposed to be the next Luna.” I snapped my book shut, glaring at her. “Don’t count on it.” She smirked, tilting her head in that infuriating way of hers. “We’ll see.” Before I could respond, the door opened, and Jake walked in, looking as effortlessly powerful as ever. His presence filled the room, and I had to force myself not to stare.

Justin said "Hey Justin, Hey Claire, Christy. Do you guys want a beer?" Jake asked "No, I don't drink," I said "Yeah, I'll take one," Christy said, and Jake handed her a beer. "You are looking good, Green eyes," Jake said to me "Thanks, Jake," I replied Jake was hot. He was tall and had a great body but wasn't as hot as Steven or Stephen. No other guy was as hot as Steven and Stephen.

Jackson muttered, dragging an immobile Jake out of my room. "We are completely alone! Start spilling." Jared snapped his fingers, locking the door and turning around to stare at me intently. "It's a long story," I sighed. "Cut it short, sis. I want my tea, and I need it now!" He sat down on my bed, and crossed his legs eagerly. "Here is the shorter version." I inhaled, then exhaled.. "I realized I liked Justin, I confessed my feelings to him, he rejected me in a really horrible manner.. and then I angrily went to the Alpha, declared the contest closed.. and announced Jake the winner. Then—"

By the time I got to where the gym was located, somewhere at the back of the house, Jake was already doing his warm ups. There was an upbeat song playing in the background. I took a seat on one of the chairs and then opened the book, "Love hypothesis" and then started reading while Jake continued his workout. After about twenty minutes, twelve water breaks and five toilet breaks Jake was still working out, shirtless, might I add. He already put off the grey vest he was wearinbg at one point in time because it was all sweaty. He was running on the treadmill that was directly at the front of a large mirror. Sometimes my gaze will leave the book I was reading and then back to the view of Jake's

It sounded like a threat. Throwing those three words at Jake, she rushed to her room, leaving the speechless parents of her and Jake in a daze. When she came back, there were at least ten books barely balanced in her arms. Ryder laid out the books on the floor and looked at the covers of each one of them with shaking hands. Every single one of them had the initials J. S. C. written on them. And on the first page where the details about the books were written such as the editor or the publishing house, under the word "Author" was written in capital letters: JAKE S. CALEY.

"I thought I was prepared. I had a whole— I had a plan for how I would feel. And then I saw it and the plan was completely irrelevant." "That's exactly right." "How do you function? After that? How do you go back to meetings and contracts and quarterly projections when you've just seen—" "You don't, entirely. Part of you stays in that room permanently. You learn to work around it." She was quiet. "Jake cried again," she said. "He's going to be a wonderful father." "He bought a book. Already. A parenting book. He was reading it when I got home last night." "Which one?"

It was Jake. Not Tristan.