Jake Lookism Novels & Stories

Jake walked out of his room shirtless with simple grey basketball shorts, his hair was messy as he ran his tattooed hand through while his eyes were glued to his phone. Anna and I were in a trace. His bare tattooed chest was so hard not to look at especially since it was so built, his pierced nipples were so intriguing and the way his body would just slouch in such a sexy way made shivers run down our spine. Jake felt the two intense stares burning holes through his body as he looked up from his phone. Both Anna and I's eyes widened as a smirk slowly stretched upon his lips. "Do you ladies like the view?" He asked, giving us his full attention. "Hell, ye-

Jake smiled, “I heard you don’t have many friends at your old pack?” I nodded, “try none.” “Well, you want to by my friend? I could use some female insight any way.” Female insight? For what? Was this because he needed someone to teach him how to dress? Because, honestly Jake did look a bit slumpy at times. He usually just wore some sweats and a shirt. He was a handsome guy, but he could put a bit more effort into his look. His brown curls were all over the place, covering his eyes and he looked like he just grabbed the first thing he found to wear.

Jake thought well of his looks; he was not a dressy man, like Tinkersley, but he nonetheless took pains with his appearance and knew that women fancied him. She had never seen him mad, but she knew he would not like anyone to make light of him. “I believe he’d shoot the man that touches me,” she said. “I believe it too,” Lippy said. “Jake’s mighty partial to Lorie.” “Hell, you’re partial to her yourself,” Gus said. “We’re all partial to her. But Jake ain’t exactly a killer.” “He killed that man in Arkansas,” Lorena said.

“Hey Jake. I’m really happy you’re doing okay now. I’m so sorry I couldn’t come see you at the hospital. I was—” Jake just laughed it off, waving a cheesy hand at me, “I get it, you had stuff going on too. It’s all good. Besides, I’m fine now, obviously.” He struck a dramatic superhero pose, flexing with Doritos still clutched in one hand. “See? Back to 100%. Ready to tackle the world… or at least the vending machine. Which has stopped working by the way, so obviously I’m going to be a major Karen about it and file a complaint.”

My eyes snapped open instantaneously, I quickly threw the pillow aside, sitting up on the bed abruptly and then tilting my head to the side to see Jake sitting crosslegged on an upholstery close to the room window. He was dressed in a deep blue long-sleeved shirt, bloused over a black pair of trousers and black suede bucks with a pair of black socks. His shoulder-length hair was neatly combed backwards and held in a man bun with little short strands of hair falling on his edges.Jake is such a handsome man, a picturesque sight to behold and I wondered why he was living such lifestyle in secrecy. I became aware of my nakedness, staring down at my body to see my exposed breasts. I drew the shee

Marcus motioned to the direction of the opposite table right before stealing an apple off Erika’s plate, quickly munching on it like nothing happened. Indeed, the crew over there seemed pissed. Jake was probably the only one seated there that was actually amused by the entire situation. Because of his Casanova nature and status among the popular crowd, he often did and said whatever he wanted with little to no regards to honesty. So, he was not at all bothered by the way the geek was being portrayed and targeted. What mattered the most was Jeremy’s reaction and clearly, he wasn’t enjoying the show, but could do absolutely nothing about it for obvious reasons.

I put on my black heels, leave my hair loose, put on some makeup, and calmly walk down the stairs. "Wow, you look amazing," Jake says, eyes wide open. "Don't be so exaggerated, Jake," I say reproachfully. He raises his hands in surrender, and I let out a short laugh. Jake is very handsome, with blond hair, beautiful and mesmerizing blue eyes, and a peculiar bronzed skin tone. "Let's have fun," Jake gives me a mischievous smile. "Let's go," I say, smiling. We arrive at a private pub and start drinking rum.

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.

Weasel said, and produced his bank card and house keys. “Thanks, Weasel,” Jake said and smiled. “Why do they call you Weasel?” Weasel grimaced and chuckled. “Apparently I’m as ugly as a fucking weasel.” Jake laughed. The man looked like one of those surfer types, sun-streaked blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes and it was easy to spot that he worked out. “Yeah, I agree,” Jake said, and Weasel laughed. “I also don’t know when to keep my nose out of someone’s business,” he said.

I sit down across from him. Bastian Cole. Ok looking guy. Young, Textured dirty, blonde hair. Hazel eyes and tanned skin. He looks like a surfer with shoulder length long hair always only half pulled back in a man bun. Hes always wearing silk shirts and designer pants too. His clothes always seem to be deliberately too small to show off his muscle. It's pathetic really. "Luke Jackson. I was surprised to hear from you considering our last meeting." He flashed that stupid smile he always has.