Novel & Cerita Tom X Jake Fanart

Tom's typo text stared back at him. ‘Hwy’ After a moment, he nodded and rolled his eyes. “Fine," he groaned as he stood from the bed. "Good,” Jake said as he gave a small smile. “Now which do you think looks good on you, blue or brown?” "Brown.” “Blue it is." Ethan ignored him as he walked out of the room and stepped into the hallway. He pressed the call button and placed the phone against his ear. It rang twice before the line clicked. Tom's loud voice came next.

Marcus sat at the head like he was born there, cutting his steak with precise strokes while Mom chattered about her latest interior design client. “So, Lila,” Marcus said, his voice cutting through Mom’s story like a knife through silk, “how’s that boyfriend of yours? The one studying… what was it? Street art?” I stiffened. Jake. Of course he’d bring him up. I’d mentioned Jake once in passing last week, mostly to test the waters. Big mistake. “He’s fine,” I said, keeping my tone light. “And it’s not street art. He’s a mixed media artist. Does installations, conceptual stuff. Really talented.”

Ava had also found love with Jack, a strong and loyal member of the pack. One day, Tom and his wife Mia visited the pack. Tom had left the pack weeks ago to start his own life, but he had always stayed in touch with his family “Alpha Jax’s pack. Tyler’s pov As they sat around the fire, sharing stories and catching up, Tyler couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for his childhood. He looked over at Ava, who was cuddled up next to Jack, listening intently to her father's stories. "So, Jax and Andrea were some of the strongest leaders the pack has ever seen," Tom said, his voice filled with reverence.

Miya starred with her eyes wide open. She had never thought that the mysterious owner of Turn On Bar was someone so good-looking. "We are a proper bar, not a gangsters' club. Why would I ever have anyone to beat up our customers? Well, well, I have to say, your friend is something. He can take punches well." Jake said with a mocking sneer. "Don't give me bullshit, Jake Moore. What if I insist on taking these guys?" Xenon said icily.

The Omega opened his large pad of paper and flipped several pages before proudly presenting his newest drawing. Luke gasped. His hands slowly reached out and took the drawing. His eyes raked over the very detailed drawing of his wolf. It looked like a professional artist had drawn it. It almost looked like a real picture. “Joey, this is, this is amazing! It's Beautiful! You're so talented,” The Omega praised the other Omega, and Joey blushed. Joey took the pad full of his drawings and carefully pulled out the drawing of Luke's wolf. His hand moved as he signed “for you” and handed it to Luke.

Jake started laughing so much that he slapped his thigh exclaiming, "Yes, that's it!" Easing us all a bit more. It made me happy that even in this tense situation we were able to laugh. "I guess I'm next," Xavier then said when our laughter died down. Four of clubs. "Leave everyone else to me." This action seemed to catch Jake off guard. He wasn't fully aware of the next bits of the plan, so I wasn't surprised. "You can't be serious! They have weapons you know. You can't possibly beat them all on your own!" Jake raising his voice made us all look at him with seriousness settled in our faces which made him shut up and calm back down.

JAKE – A man in his early thirties who is as dumb as cattle, always makes jokes that are not funny, and is ready to make me look like a fool. XANTHE – A sadist, deceitful jerk who breaks girls’ hearts for fun. He is nineteen years old. KAEL – He is the twin to Xanthe, a narcissist and doesn’t date, maybe gay, but he is more dangerous than Xanthe. Whatever you do, avoid them. They are dangerous, especially Mr. Hart. He is danger. Onora’s eyes widened. It was his point of view, the way he thought about his family. What does he think about me?

“Please… I can’t. Not again.” Tank didn’t talk much. He just stared at her like a price he'd been gifted, already palming the bulge in his dirty cargo pants. The big man was easily six-five and built like a fridge. Jax sat down in one of the chairs, legs spread, and lit a cigarette. “Strip her.”

Even as I said it my mind flashed back to the feeling of being between them, but I pushed it down. We started walking again through the thickening fair, the smells of grilled food and sweet treats pulling us along. We drifted past stalls until I spotted Jake at a big collaborative mural booth. He stood there directing a group of artists, sleeves rolled up, tattoos showing on his arms as he held one side of a large canvas steady. My stomach did a little flip when his eyes found me. A slow smile spread across his face, the kind that always made my pulse pick up. “Well look who it is,” Jake called out, waving us over. “Taylor. Alex. Come help steady this thing before it falls over. We need extr

Cradle was his main source of wealth. Next to him was Tom Scott, blonde, with a strong jawline, his muscles we're strong and bulky his face was wrinkled due to a constant fake smiling, he is an American Mafia and a drug dealer, to hide his source of wealth, opened up a casino shop. That was Jake's favorite place.