Jake Lookism Novels & Stories

Bjt some people later realized that this was not a good thing. Because Aster always agreed with whatever Lia said. And that made them irritable. "Sister, you saw my pictures. I look so good." Well, Lia had to agree there. They all looked like they were involved and the poses were not flattering. But Jake was loved by the camera. "You look good. So don't fly to the sky." Jake didn't pay any attention to her and ran away to show off. "I wish he doesn't see his posed pictures. These look awkward as hell."

Curiosity tugged her closer as she peeked through the crack, expecting maybe a solo N*****x session. Instead, her world tilted. There, on Nika's king-sized bed with its white duvet rumpled like a battlefield, was Jake. Naked, sweat-slicked, his lean muscles taut as he knelt between Lis's spread thighs. Lis—slender, perfect Lis—arched her back, her long legs hooked over his shoulders, toes curling. Her small tits bounced with each thrust, pink nipples hard as Jake's cock plunged into her shaved pussy, slick sounds filling the room.

"I hump this thing and you each owe me twenty dollars." Drake laughed low in his chest. "Dude, you hump that thing and I'll give you fifty dollars." "I'll throw in another fifty if you wait until this older couple down here walks by." Jake glanced down the row and almost felt bad for setting the couple up. Marc was a ham, and they couldn't help but feed into it. "Nope. Lisa would kill me." He pumped his hips and grunted a few times. Jake ran his gloved fingers down his face and laughed loudly. The guy had no class and yet was most likely the most popular guy in the sports program at NYU. It was because he had somehow freed himself from caring what people thought about him all the time.

I even had to hide it from her, as she tried getting on it with her crutches the first day she left the hospital. As the pub is nearly empty Jimmy tells me to take the night off and take care of my friends. He's a great boss, when it comes down to Brian too good sometimes. Reaching Jake's place, I hear loud music from afar. All sad songs from Nickelback, Limp bizkit, 3 doors down and even John Legend he is listening to at the moment. Jake hasn't seen a party ever since Halloween and is drowning in his sorrow day by day. "Hey, brought you some food from Jimmy's today", I give it a try.

I glance up. “What?” “You got the look.” I frown. “What look?” “The idiot look.” “I don’t have an idiot look.” Jake laughs. “You absolutely have an idiot look.” He tosses me an energy drink, and I catch it without taking my eyes off him. “It’s the same look Jimmy had before he spent six months letting Kara ruin his life.” I pop the tab open. “Kara keyed his truck.” “Exactly.” Jake points at me. “Love makes people stupid.”

Someone also agreed. Although these snide comments weren't new, they still sounded unusually harsh. Jake saw how Brian's face gradually darkened and quickly moved to divert the People's attention to a different exciting topic. He went behind the control of the display and changed to another file containing Isaiah's childhood photos. The LFD screen blacked out and soon lit up, displaying a different set of photos. Jake went back to three with a wicked smile stuck on his face. "Bro, we've got pictures of you with a bare ass as a child," he teased.

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…”

Even senior hunters like Kiara Decker, Grisha Frowler, and Akash Bakshi did not make any less of him. Jake was also famous for having a very lackadaisical personality. He detested going to events, parties, and even inter-clan meets. He rarely competed for battle tournaments and leaderboards positions. When several clans' prodigies were trying to earn a name for themselves and their clans, Jake rarely came out of his lukewarm bubble. Even his clan members were stressed about his fickle behavior. This had led others to believe that Jake Collins was a vulgar and unpleasant guy.

she said. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” Normally, he would have smirked by now. Said something sarcastic. Nothing. He looked tired. Worse than tired. Like he had already made a decision and hated himself for it. Lisa slowly closed her laptop. “What happened?” Jake didn’t answer immediately. He looked at her for a second too long. Then leaned back in his chair. Like he was preparing for impact. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm. “Marry me.”

I turned and answered Jake. “Excuse me, let me take this” Jane said, grabbing her phone and excusing Jake and I. “I have never seen Jane this happy and crazy for a guy,” I said teasingly to Jake. “Well, my charms work like wonders” He said, gulping down a glass of orange juice. “I have no doubts,” I said, chuckling. Jake and I buried ourselves with conversations before Jane got back. Jake came to Oklahoma for a business proposal. As it turned out, he owns a little suit brand in New York and wants to launch a new brand one here at OKC.