Jake Lookism Novels & Stories

I grab my phone, ruffling my hair a little before walking downstairs. Jake is leaning against the front door, scrolling through his phone. He's wearing a black t-shirt with black ripped jeans. He'd finished his look off with a gorgeous looking watch on his wrist. Every time he moves, it catches the light perfectly. His dark hair is sprawled messily across his head, thick strands falling over onto his forehead. I clear my throat and Jake glances up at me, smiling softly when his eyes meet mine. He slides his phone away into his pocket and stretches out his hand —

"Take your clothes off." Lisa looked at Jack, unsure. But then she thought to herself, this was the only night she was going to get with the stud that was Jack Lawson. It was time to stop being a baby and enjoy her time so she put on a little show for him, he'd been teasing her all night and it was time to return the favour.

Witches and wolves don’t get along, but what does it mean when Arla is both? Jake was very tall, and very good looking. He was nineteen years old and had close-cropped black hair and striking sea-blue eyes. He spent a lot of time training outdoors, and his skin was permanently sun-kissed as a result. And oh, the muscles. He had muscles upon muscles.

I swallowed hard, watching through the vanity mirror as Jake moved toward the racks. He wasn't dressed for the premiere yet; he looked like he’d just walked through the front door from a long day of being powerful, exercising and handling public meetings that demanded his attention. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal forearms that were a map of corded muscle and subtle veins. A heavy, worshipful silence seized the room. The stylists and makeup artists, who had been barking orders seconds ago, were now paralyzed, staring at him with a mix of awe and hunger.

He shrugs and continues eating. “I thought you had some standards, maybe even really low ones. But that chick looked like a man in drag with a really shitty wig.” Jake turns to me with a look that says, ‘you had to see her.’ He throws a chopstick at Daniel’s head but Daniel ducks too late and it bounces off the top of his perfect fair skull. Daniel may have a fetish for one-night stands and slutty girls, but he has the looks of a guy who should get any woman he wants. He’s all blonde and blue eyed to Jake’s dark hair and green eyes. As a duo, I’m sure the two of them must have pulled any women for miles.

She said to me. “What do you mean by that?” I asked. Confused as to why Jake would do something like that. He seemed nice. “Jake is a player and he charms girls with his dazzling smile and pretty looks to get you, girls, in his bed. He was dating a girl, he charmed her, took her out, gave her a lot of attention, and showed her that he cared. They had ended up sleeping together and he recorded her doing things to him. She didn't know until the next day when she came and persons were laughing at her and showing her the video. “I remembered that video, but I didn't see the guy's face only the girl’s.”

~Xavier~ "Do you really think I should?" I ask, looking into Jake's deadly serious eyes. "Well, we don't want your fans boycotting the club just because you're no longer here," he answers clearly, "this way you can take care of it yourself." "Fine," I huff, "but you better not be auctioning me off in secret while I'm there. I know you...you'll do anything for a little extra cash." Jake is our moneyman, professional with a wild side. I have no idea why the girls like him. Obviously, they can tell that the green wads of paper in their hands attract him more than them.

"Jake, what are you doing?" said Kei who had just entered Jake's room. Jake, who was busy looking at his laptop screen, immediately turned his head and reflexively closed his laptop. And of course, it raises Kei's suspicions. Jake is a very open and candid guy. So why did he suddenly look like he was hiding something? "You're watching porn?" said Kei with narrowed eyes. Jake frowned in confusion, then laughed afterward. Is that what's on the mind of that cute girl?

'Evening, ladies,' the leader said, his voice a low rumble, dimples flashing in a grin. He was tall, blond, with eyes like sin...let's call him Jake. His partners...Rico, dark and brooding with a sleeve of tattoos; Tyler, the playful one with a surfer vibe; and Marcus, built like a linebacker, all power and presence. They moved with purpose, syncing to the playlist Mel had queued...slow, throbbing beats that pulsed like a heartbeat. 'We've had reports of a bachelorette party getting out of hand,' Jake announced, circling the room like he owned it.

I tell them everything that happened from the morning till my closing hour and no part is left out. "He wants to make you his mistress huh?" Jack mumble aloud and no one can miss the interest in his voice. "Shut it Jack she's not considering it." "But Jack is." Jack shrugs not arguing Josh fact. "Nah I'm not considering it. I would have, but then again I'm already a lesbian." A stupid smug smile dances on his lips. We all roll our eyes and Jake shakes his head in pity. "He'll never be smart." "I heard that," Jack answers pointedly, his smile slowly fading.