Lookism Jake Novels & Stories

They'd know what I am, but not who I am. I picked up my precious sword I call a looming disaster—a sword forged by the best swordsman. Personally, I think it suits me best. I looked at my reflection on the blade before sheathing it and strapping it on my back. “Liam Gray is our target tonight.” Jake followed me like a shadow, ready to fight alongside me and protect me whenever I needed it without saying a word. According to the report, he's hiding somewhere south and became a gambler with thousands of debts. We danced around the shadow, lurking in dark places to search for him until I finally got a whiff of his scent.

I was watching Dominic act in her demonic ways, couldn't think of anything worth more than that. "Come on, we all knew that from the beginning," Jake then says, waving a hand in front of me. "You've lost it, dude," I sighed and looked at his ugly face, "I haven't 'lost' anything but I'm going to get her."

Lake said. We had finally reached the cars when Lake asked, “So how do i know who’s in charge?” I laughed “it’s quite simple, Jaymeson has the accent, wyatt is autistic and karter is the biggest flirt you’ll ever meet.” I left Lincoln out. there was no need to scare her. She just nodded trying to take in all the information.

Needless to say, both Jake and Jeremy had very peculiar tastes in women. One had a crush on a hermit who looked as if she didn't know what a hairbrush was and didn't quite have an understanding of how society worked, while the other was into girls that looked like they could either beat him up or stab him in an alley.

Charlotte Hayes' POV "Sharing? Who says I'm saying what's mine?" With a surprised expression, I looked at Damien. This was not a ruse. His comments, claiming me as his possession, perplexed me. Jake had a similar appearance to mine. He laughed awkwardly as he looked up at the ceiling. It's as if he's still deliberating over what to say next. Jake is a man of cunning secrets and manipulation. I'm curious what he'll say next.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but this was the closest they’d come to anything resembling a lead. “You should know, though,” Jake added, “if I had a more recent picture, it would have saved me the trip. However, this woman's description and name are too close to Solo’s to ignore. I have to see her for myself to be sure. This freckled face, goofy-looking four-eyed geek in her high school yearbook isn’t much to go on. Geez, who doesn't have social media in the 21st century.” Jake sighed.

“Was the event a flop?” Liam asked Jake who kept chugging down shots like he was in a drinking competition. They were in a private room at the Black Club. Liam had been working late and needed a drink, so he called his friend over. However, he didn't expect him to look so frustrated. "What's wrong, man? You can talk to me," Liam proposed. Jake didn’t answer immediately. He opened the bottle of bourbon and poured himself another shot before chugging it down his throat.

They went to the main restaurant, and Jake quickly ordered Lily's favorite food. As they ate, Lily studied Jake. He had dark hair and sharp features. He almost looked like Lucas in the past, except his eyes were gray. Suddenly, Lily dropped her fork. She covered her face with the realization that Jake looked somewhat like the old Lucas. 'Oh, my god,' Lily said to herself. She had probably seen this before and simply lied to herself. ‘Did I date Jake because he looked a bit like Lucas?’ "Babe, is there something bothering you?" Jake asked, interrupting Lily’s thoughts.

Her mom was not someone the guys wanted to make mad. "We have a surprise for you Jessi!" Addie replied. "Yeah, guess who's a new prospect for the club?" Paris asked. "NO!" Jessi retored. "Yep, I got approved today!" Jake replied. He walked up to the phone and showed his new prospect cut. He was grinning ear to ear. Joker came over and put his arm around his neck grinning also. Jessi was not pleased at all. "Jake we talked about this! You said it would be a decision we'd make together! I told you I didn't want you to because of the danger involved. But you just don't care do you?" Jessi demanded.

“No way. Hargrove? That dude looks like he irons his socks. Who’s the grad student?” “Some girl from the psych department, apparently. Lila saw them sneaking out, she said it was all over the group chat.” I twirled a strand of hair, the gossip warming me like a fire. “Oh, and speaking of Lila, she’s obsessed with that soccer guy, Jake. You know, the one with abs you could grate cheese on? She’s calling him her ‘future ex-husband.’” Nate laughed. “Jake’s a snack, but he’s got no game off the field. You got your eye on anyone, or you still hung up on that loser Ethan?”