Bald Taper Fade Black Male Mga Nobela at Kwento

I let my eyes fall to the floor immediately before slowly raising my gaze to his body back again. My goodness. His dark brown hair is now in thick wavy curls that goes all the way to the back of his head, looking a lot darker than usual, his body is covered in a white T-shirt that is missing a button around his chest side, exposing too much for my eyes. His blazer is big, black and long stopping right behind his knee, matching his black pants and vanta belt. This man is way too sexy for me to comprehend. "Fuck…" I thought that came out of me, but it actually came out of Liam.

The couple standing out the front waiting for them, Nate guesses, are the Alpha and his Luna. He is a broad chested man, tall and Nate guesses somewhere in his sixties. His hair had started to grey and he had deep crow’s feet by his dark almost black eyes. His black hair was swept into a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. He was wearing smart black trousers and a long-sleeved black button up shirt with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Both have ageless beauty like him, though human years they would be around their twenties. Thade had his jet black hair tied into a messy man bun. Strong jaw evident with his staple stubble on and bushy brows framing his steel blue eyes. His pale skin radiates against the blank ink on his skin. Being topless is his badge of honor. Showing off an oak tree tattoo from his back that stemmed its withered branches to his arms across his entire upper body. Though it doesn’t drown the presence of his chiseled abs. While he wore the same jet black color of wide legged pants that reached the floor as his bare feet stuck out. All his nails are also painted in black.

Other scars were too small to notice. His hair has fallen to his forehead with a smooth curve and it was slightly wavering due to the chilly wind. He was wearing a dark t-shirt, with a black leather jacket over it. The black pants hung loose but they matched well with his black boots. A Rolex watch too hung loose on his right hand. There were several other rubber bands and things around his wrists like a mess. "What do you want?" I asked tearing my eyes away from him. "Nice to meet you too. I am Bright," he said with a genuine smile. But I was too moody to notice it.

The male shifts, a tall and broad figure replacing his wolf. He has dark hair that falls in long waves down to his shoulders, slightly tousled away from his face in a middle part. His black shirt is cut directly down the middle in a wide V, reaching just below his sternum and showing off the hard muscles under the thin fabric. His skin is a shade darker than mine, a nice even tan that compliments his darker features, like his lashes and brows. The most striking thing about him is two piercings, twin black hoops that fit snugly over his full bottom lip.

The shine of his leather shoes and the glint of a silver watch on his wrist added a touch of sophistication. The second man, to the left, had a more relaxed, playful yet equally captivating presence. His wavy black hair was slightly longer, brushing just above his collar, with a few rebellious strands falling over his forehead. His eyes were a striking icy blue, contrasting sharply with his warm, tan complexion. A light shadow of stubble lined his jaw, giving him a rugged charm. He wore a dark gray blazer over a black turtleneck, paired with slim-fit pants and sleek boots. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, and his easygoing smile hinted at his playful, charismatic personality.

A man said, irritated. We both looked at the man. He stood tall, showing dominant power. His hair was black with a few silver highlights showing he was more mature in age, maybe around my father’s age. The man sported a well-maintained beard. It looked soft. His honey gold eyes looked as if they glowed. “Sorry, boss, it won’t happen again,” Zade apologized but then eyed me with a smirk. “Leave us be,” The man shooed Zade away.

My palms begin to sweat. The sound of cutlery on wine glass captures everyone’s attention and the man of the hour steps up to give his welcome address. I hadn’t seen him after he left my room but I must say, he looks very dashing in his tux. He is donned in a classic black tuxedo , designed with tiny beads to create a beautiful pattern. Due to the colour, it’s hard to decipher the beads but for us women, we can sight even the most minute detail from a mile away. It’s a risky choice but he pulls it off perfectly. His wild mane has been gelled neatly and parted at the side.

While he was walking, I couldn't help but observe the entirety of his face which I couldn't do yesterday no matter how close he was to me. From his two-block haircut black colored hair, thick eyebrows, and long eyelashes that make his hazelnut-colored eyes more attractive down to his high nose bridge and his natural pinkish thin lips. He’s also tall and has fair skin just like the other guy beside him, although Bryce is much taller than him, you’re only going to notice it if you’re going to observe both of them. According to what I’ve heard his name is Braylon. Fringe-up haircut for his raven-colored hair. He also has thick eyebrows and long eyelashes that make his playful coal-black colored

Some had weapons or shields laid out on the counter as haggled for prices, their yellow teeth seeming to gleam in the morning sun light. A man in particular caught my attention. He was bald with a single thick scar running from the top of his right eye, all the way to the back of his head. The light reflected off the smooth surface, showing off his smooth head that wasn't affected by the scar lining his head. A single black eye patch covered the scared eye, making him look menacing and evil. He wore a tattered white cloth shirt with many dingy holes and what looked to be scorched spots scattered on his shirt. His black leather pants seemed to be in fairer condition than the rest of his cloth