Jake Kim Lookism Novels & Stories

Though they were rich, they were all the same, wearing branded mini-skirt, short dresses, bum-shorts, skinny jeans- they were all the same. As Jake turned to look at the entrance, he saw a figure of a female wearing a weird multi-coloured dress. Jake tried to take a better look but she flickered through the crowd and he couldn't see her no more. Grabbing another glass, he laid back on the couche. He could feel the alcohol had begun to make him dazzy. Luke came over from the crowd, pulling a lady with him as they neared the VIP section. "Hey Jake, I want you to meet my partner for the night." Luke said winking at Jake. "Her name is Tiffany Dowson. Tiffany, this is my best pal, Jake Larson."

"I like Jeon Jung Kook, you know!" "I know, your keychain on your bag is a dead giveaway." Olive couldn't hold back her laughter. "People also like Kareem Bursin, Tom Ellis, or Tom Hardy. They're macho. Cool, you know, good looks and acting. Not just Korea," Riana quickly interjected. "Alright, everyone. Disband. Sleep. We still have to be banking slaves tomorrow!"

The group collectively inhaled when the man stopped and looked directly into a camera and grinned. “Jesus Christ, Jake, he could be your twin.” Darya whispered. “I don’t have any brothers.” “It’s a disguise and a damn good one,” Miklos grunted when Dimitra punched him for his words. “I’m not approving his actions, Dimitra, I’m simply saying, they managed to put a face mask on which is an eerie similarity to Jake. They’re trying to frame Jake. It won’t work of course because we have an entire army of people who have seen Jake with us all this time.”

Soft reggae drifted from hidden speakers, blending with the distant sounds of the city and the gentle crash of waves. Jasmine King, a 26-year-old Jamaican-American entertainment mogul heiress with smooth caramel skin, long dark curls, and a lithe yet voluptuous figure, stood on the private deck in a sheer white bikini. The warm breeze pressed the fabric against her hardened nipples and the growing heat between her thighs. She had come for a private retreat. She found something far more consuming. The villa door slid open. Leon “The Lion” Grant, the world-famous Black Jamaican reggae and hip-hop superstar, stepped onto the terrace. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark

I replied. "I just like to warn you about Liam since he's cagey. He doesn't like to show his vulnerable side that much. He bottles his feelings oftentimes. But as I can see, you're a person that he can trust and weirdly, I'm so happy for you two,” said Jake. "Hang on,” Jake added as he plummeted his hands down in his pocket to pluck a latest edition of iPhone. "Since this is the first day of your everlasting love, let me take a picture of you two lovebirds,” Jake continued beaming a genuine smile.

Emma took her time wiping her mouth and cleaning up the mess she made before looking at the others. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Jake is really Jonathon Ashby,” Lisa said again. Emma shook her head. “I’ve met Jonathon Ashby and Jake is definitely not him.” The four women opposite Emma shared another look. “Jonathon was undercover as Jake to try and ferret out the guy who was impersonating him. The guy you know as Jonathon is really Liam and has been pretending to be Jonathon because…well, none of us really know why,” Chloe said.

Not only did he not bat a single eyelid with a firearm pressed against his head, but he also had a keen sense of observation. Jake watched the footage, not making any rash moves. Meanwhile, James glanced at the black-vested man and laughed. “You look like him, alright. Not even a single trace of a flaw.” “If so, why do you say I’m not the real Jake Graham?” “Your aura.” James explained, “Jake Graham is an extremely influential man. As the King of the Underworld and the honcho of a local turf, he has to exude some sort of aura. But, you, on the other hand…”

He had thighs that most girls would probably die for which looked perfect in the black slim-fit jeans he was wearing. JK on the other hand has a lot more gruffly with broader chest and bigger muscles compared to Josh. His black dress shirt was unbuttoned three buttons below, his chest peeking out as he leaned in. He has long hair tied and dyed in blue? And instead of leather dress shoes, he wore a pair of brown loafers. He has a piercing on the side of his brow making him look like a bad boy. “This is Yoo-Mi.” Josh resumed introducing me to the guys. Seokmin nodded and smiled politely while JK reached out his hand for a handshake. I shook it and felt him rubbing his thumb on my skin for just

"She's going to kill you, you know that right? After what Ellie Simmons did with Andrew Winters in her bed at your last one. I swear I could hear her shouting at them all the way across the road. If it happens again, that's it, Little Kimmy is all stabbed up and buried under that patio." "Don't be silly, my sister loves me. The only person she ever fantasises about stabbing is you." She beams at me as though she finds the whole situation amusing. She probably does to be honest. Kim's never taken much seriously, which is why everyone was surprised when she started seeing Jake, a guy that seems to have only a single permanent facial expression. Disinterested. Even when someone pisses him off,

He looked impeccable, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, his presence commanding the entire frame. A reporter thrust a microphone toward him. "Mr. Slater! The internet is losing its mind over the 'Diamond Club Kisser.' It turns out she’s a physical therapist, Dr. Lowe. Do you have a comment on the budding romance?" Jake stopped. He turned slowly toward the camera, a cold, mocking smirk touching his lips. It was the look of a man who knew he held the world in his palm.