Amity Blight Pfp Novels & Stories

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

I quickly unlocked it with my fingerprint, the familiar routine offering a brief moment of comfort. I tapped the F******k icon and watched as it loaded, the blue and white interface appearing on the screen. My heart raced as I navigated to the search bar, typing in "Amory." His name popped up almost immediately, and with a quick scroll, his profile picture came into view. I clicked on his page, eyes scanning for any signs of news or gossip about us.

Durga blushed at his reply. "Let's go!" He walked inside and they looked at him in awe. "He is so charming, Durga... I am literally jealous." Aditi huffed. "Does he have a brother?" "They are mafias, you shouldn't dream about them!" Tanisha warned. Aditi cleared her throat. "Yeah, right!.. My bad, I am not going to fall for red flags anymore" They shook heads at her silliness. "So pastel is final, right?" Tanisha asked.

I'd asked her to go check if he had shown up, because the man had a knack for coming late to his own class. “Professor Nathan’s already threatening to dock fifty points from anyone who’s late. We need to move!” “I need to check this,” I said, my eyes glued to the screen of my face. “Go ahead. Just…. save me a seat.” “What? The class is—” But I wasn’t listening anymore. The notification had already pulled me in. Amy’s latest post stared back at me. A blurry photo of me walking across campus. My hair was in a messy bun, I was wearing a hoodie zipped high, and I was looking straight ahead, completely unaware of the camera.

She waits another ten seconds, registers the quality of the stillness beside her — attentive, not restless, someone actually listening to the panel — and then looks. He is taller than she remembered. Or maybe she remembered him at thirty-four when she was already tired, and tired people don't fully register height. Dark hair, good suit — charcoal, not black, which is a choice that suggests he knows the difference — and the quality of someone who does not need to be seen to feel comfortable in a room. His badge reads: ETHAN COLE — COLE FAMILY PARTNERS, Washington D.C. Valentina looks back at the panel. Her heart is doing something she does not give it permission to do. She files this under no

"Sure, that's good. I'll introduce you to the chair--" "No." "What do you mean, no?" "I want to become a warrior, a Bulwarkian warrior." Amnisty gulped. She knew that Peony was a member of NPU, the strongest group in Seacrest. She knew because of the uniform of Peony. Some part of her doesn't want Peony to become a warrior again for unknown reasons. Peony stood up. She was taller than Amnisty, she's five feet and ten inches. She has an angel's beauty but her aura is screaming in different ways.

So maybe I’m overreacting, he’s not mine and I’m not his. I’ve been busy working at the diner a lot recently and I actually made some work friends. Amelia who just turned 18 recently, she hasn’t shifted yet, something about it’s better to shift around your mate. An she hasn’t found her mate yet, she’s actually new to our pack and hasn’t really got to meet anyone due to working all the time. Amelia is really pretty and she’s super nice. She has auburn hair, grayish/blue eyes, about an inch shorter than me. An she’s really skinny, toned, smaller boobs than mine, but she makes up for it with her big butt. I laugh with her all the time wishing the moon goddess would’ve blessed me with more jun

“Nope, but I’m aiming for it. I’m still only Seasoned rank.” “Eh, no way! With how strong you are, you should be Legendary!” “Well, I haven't raked up enough points yet. I’ll get there though.” “It won’t be long then. Oh, Lord Dragunov, look!” Amari crouched down and inspected the ground. “There’s some kind of track here. Looks like wolves. A lot of them too.” “How many specifically?” Matthew asked just to know how good she was since he already knew the number.

He then watched the guards in front of him with beads of cold sweat falling down his face. After some time, a path opened in the center and a young man walked into the aisle. His coat and armor was decorated with deep blue as the silver lining trace an exquisite pattern on his clothes. His long hair was tied up into a top bun with a jade crown perfectly banded on his head. Byul also notice his silver boots exquisitely adorn like his clothes. Byul was stunned for a while. He slowly looked up at to see his expression as the imagery in his head was a gentle, smiling handsome character who suited to be a male lead of a shoujo otome game.

Maybe finishing this painting will purge her from my system. Knock, knock, knock. “Give it up, Flav.” I grab a paintbrush, pour some paint, and start working, but the knocking persists. Annoyed, I set my tools down, storm to the door, and yank it open. “I already said no, Flav—” I freeze, face-to-face with the image haunting my dreams and studio: Ami. We stare at each other, both stunned. Her face is unchanged—same nose, same beauty, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. But there’s something different: a bump, visible only when she shifts and her loose dress moves. My heart races a million beats per second as emotions flood me. Why is she here?