Lookism Jake Novels & Stories

I expected fear, but something that looked like excitement flashed through her eyes. We got out of the car and joined the warriors and Liam. Liam was talking to Jake Blackthorn in front of the entrance, although by the way they were standing, it didn’t look friendly. Jake was Garrett Blackthorn’s youngest son and somewhat of a playboy type. For an Alchemist, though, he was actually a pretty decent guy, and I got on with him quite well. Liam, on the other hand, never seemed to like him. Jake turned and saw me and smiled. He started to walk towards me, completely dismissing Liam, who looked furious.

"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.

"Why would you think it’s about Mark?" "Because you were looking at him like you wanted to murder him at the gala," Jake said. "And because I know how douchebags like that work. They see someone they lost, someone who’s suddenly doing better than them, and they try to find a way to crawl back in. Did he call you? Did he come here?" "No," I lied. "He’s nothing." "Then why do you look like you've seen one?" Jake reached out, and this time, he didn't give me a chance to pull away. His hand cupped my jaw, his thumb tracing the line of my cheekbone. His skin was warm, his touch surprisingly gentle.

Laura. Jake sighed softly, he really had no recollections of what the prostitute he had slept with looked like. He didn't know why. He had tried so hard to remember but he just hadn't been able to. It was like he had completely blacked out that night, which made him greatly suspect that he hadn't just been drunk that night.

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.

Drake Lockman threatened. Jake rubbed his head. It was beginning to hurt. This is crazy. It was just to much for him to take in. "Can't you just be a man a talk it out with Jeremy." "Isn't it evident? We are way passed that level now." Drake said said evil smirk. Jake didn't want to be part of any of these plans. Nothing good ever comes from being the middle man. He needed to meet with Sexianna and see were he fits in all this. And then finally decide on what to do.

The half ended just after the ball went through the uprights, and the Eagles ran into the locker room leading three to zip. "Do you want anything from the concession?" Jake stood up, stretching. I watched him, trying to look at him through eyes that didn't only see Leo. Yeah, Jake was cute, in a geeky, hipster sort of way. His reddish-brown hair was a little longer than I liked on a guy, but his eyes were bright blue and wide. Now they gazed down at me as his question lingered in the air.

That loyal. I tried to convince him otherwise. I told him Damon and Naina would never hurt me. That Alex and Rob were a good people. That Annaida was the only one who made sense as a suspect. But Jake wouldn’t listen. He had his own logic, his own instincts, and once he locked onto something, he didn’t let go. I told him which day Damon would be gone — the day he had to fly out to California. Jake said he’d land in New York that very day.

Her team all nod in agreement. “DDG?” I ask under my breath and Jake turns to look at me with his hands on his hips. He may be gay, but I know the guy could probably knock men bigger and scarier than me on their ass. Jake is an ex MMA fighter, but his passion is hair and flair, apparently from what Mouse found in his file. “Drop dead gorgeous. Come on, big boy, learn the lingo.” He says and we all chuckle. “Still, I don’t see why she would be jealous.” Melody says, her voice small and vulnerable.

"It's about Loreine." My heart skipped a beat. Could this finally be the lead I had been waiting for? "What is it? Tell me!" "David, you won’t believe this. I saw someone who looks exactly like Loreine. She's living under a different name," Jake revealed. "WHAT? WHERE?" "Here, in my neighborhood." God! Finally!