Trapper Jake Novels & Stories

But while Avery watched his every step, making it nearly impossible for him to move freely, Jake’s mind was actively hunting. He refused to remain the prey in her psychological trap. Every minute he could steal away under the guise of basic campus routines was dedicated to a single, obsessive objective: finding the identity of that elusive "him" she had accidentally betrayed in the lecture hall. He needed a name. He needed a face. He needed the specific leverage that would force the proud, defiant female down onto her knees to beg for his mercy. Operating with absolute, agonizing discretion to ensure Avery wouldn't catch his scent or suspect a thing, Jake initiated a thorough investigation i

The room quickly fills as the other men arrive to find out what the commotion is. “What the hell is going on?” Con’s voice enquires as he storms in to examine the scene. “I don’t know, Con. One minute we were hunting in the forest, then the next, he was screaming in agony. By the time we got to him, he couldn’t walk,” Hunter pants. Just then, Jarek appears at the bottom of the stairs and runs for the sofa. I watch in stunned silence as Henrick writhes around in pain, his face scrunching as labored gasps leave his wheezing chest.

However, he immediately crumpled his own face roughly. "Ughh. I still can't forget him, even though five years have passed. It feels like it can't be him. I've often misrecognized people. Damn it, all because Marko asked me to drink tonight." Leon grumbled to himself when he saw the figure of a woman riding on a battered moped. "Sorry, Nis. I can only take you on a crappy motorbike like this," said Adam during their journey. "It's okay, Adam. If you don't give me a deposit tonight, I'll spend more money to pay for a taxi," chuckled Nisa. Adam just smiled at his chatter. Adam's battered moped stopped at one of the Barbeque Chicken tent stalls.

At least here, they had means to eat, to stay warm, had light, and each other, even if it was rough and rocky at times. Jake sighed and ran his hands over his face as he leaned his head back. He still had more questions for her, and wanted to know a lot more, but he wasn’t sure how forthcoming she’d be with her answers right now. Not that he could blame her; it wasn’t like he was opening up a lot about his own problems. And hell, he didn’t even tell his best friend much of anything, although Jay did ask if he had any intention of bringing his girlfriend up for the weekend and his short and sweet response was a big hell no. Jake was sure that Jay was able to figure out that something was goin

"You must appear in public together from now on." Mike gritted his teeth in anger as he reasoned. "Father, I'm not going to marry a criminal! It's such a shame if everyone knows that my wife was a killer! A murderer!" Mr. Wilson sighed deeply and explained, "...too late to back out, Mike. We've been caught in their trap! All we could do was to carry on with the plans or we might lose everything. Marie's family has given everything to salvage the company and we owe them a lot now."

“I only saw a trunk. It’s locked, I do not know what was inside. Do you have a key?” “No, sir. I suppose we should get-” He silenced Jake with a wave of his hand, then produced a hammer from under the desk. “No need for that. I have a hammer we can use. Follow me.” Jake had some reservations about following a man that he didn’t know into a dark back lot, especially when said man was carrying a hammer. But there really was no choice. As they followed him through the rows of units, he introduced himself as Baxter, and explained that Dan and he had become friends over the years.

Kat piped up and said, “Hey Jacob, do you know what I think? I think that it takes a real lowlife piece of trash to turn their back on their own family, wouldn’t you agree?” “Yep. A total traitor,” Jacob agreed, nodding to Kat. Kat and her cohorts started laughing, and I started to seethe at their behaviour. I clenched my fists at my sides and breathed through my mouth, trying to hold back from punching the daylights out of them. But after a while of listening to them carry on like morons, I finally reached a point where I couldn’t refrain from reacting to them any longer. “Shut the fuck up!” I spat through clenched teeth. This was new to them. Me standing up to them like this had never happ

But Mom and Dad held concern and curiosity in their eyes. "Hello, everyone," my Greek caveman greeted, walking past them. "Sweetie, is everything okay? Why is Ace carrying you? Are you alright?" Mom queried. I opened my mouth, brewing my head for an answer when he butted in. "Jet lag, Mrs. Hutton. She was tired, so I thought to carry her inside." "Ah, that's alright then. Come, let's go to the hall." Smiling, Dad led us inside. He had this glint in his aged eyes, giving Ace a look of appreciation.

Thomas said there was no one inside and moved a few steps ahead, telling me to stay where I was while he made sure there were no more enemies outside. He looked around and signaled for me to move forward. Apparently, there was no one. I took nervous steps toward him, but instinctively glanced to the side and saw two wolves from the opposing side. They were lying on the ground, with deep claw marks across their chests, and dead from a bullet hole in the head. I breathed heavily. I felt nauseous. “They’re dead, right?” “I had to kill them to get through,” Jake confessed as if nothing else mattered. He noticed my expression. “I would do anything for you.”

She was old enough to give birth to me and I preferred girls my age so I turned her down. She was upset and promised to teach me a lesson. She made good on her threat a few days later when she accused me of trying to rape her. I was beaten up terribly and kicked out of the pack. They left me for dead as they were convinced that I would be found and killed by werewolf hunters.