Bald Taper Fade Black Male นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His long black hair is tied in a bun at the back of his head, I see his look is like a knife, sharp and galactic colonies when he sees me. I have a feeling that his skin is the color of the galactic colonies of a blood moon and black tattoos run over his bare chest. Then, I realize that all the lines are precise and symmetrical on both sides of the body, I see that they start at his neck and travel like a maze over the rest of him, disappearing under the waistband of a ripped black jeans. He is a vision of dark virility. "Bom DIA, Karin Iwasaki," Deese Ale.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

He’s not judgmental, which is very high quality in my opinion. The terrace door is open, I step outside and spot someone sitting on a small table. I recognize the Black Tiger in his all-leather outfit. He’s peacefully smoking his cigarette while his eyes are resting on the moonlight and his mind travelling elsewhere. I hesitate to move closer at first, but I don’t have any reason to fear him. It’s not like the building belongs to him.

I breath out a measured breath and slowly lift my head. He is wearing a dark blue Armani suit that stretches across his arms with black shoes that I know are just as expensive. There is something shiny peeking through his suit jacket. Keys. As my head rises I see a simple hard looking man. I would estimate the man to be in his forties. He is light skinned with dark blue eyes with a very distinctive scar. The scar is bubbled slightly and looks as though it didn’t heal with ease. It starts from the right side of his forehead down his cheek stopping at his jaw and you can tell by the jagged marks it was painful. His head is bald with only a tattoo of a snake that starts at the tip of the scar a

NIRVANA Knight Blackwell was only in a formal white shirt, sleeves rolled over his elbows, showing off those huge muscles and veins. He matched it with dark pants but clearly knew he could pull it off effortlessly. He was massive and taller up-closed, and he looked unbelievably attractive, not to mention his neat quiff cinnamon brown hair, full lips, straight nose, and the dark stubble covering his hard jawline made him look like he was ready to seal the billion-dollar deal for tonight.

Chapter 3 “Such language is not appropriate for our learning environment, especially not this class. I expect better from you and I hope you will heed my words.” The bald teacher said. He wasn’t completely bald. It was male pattern baldness. He had a line of hair at front and some at the back and at the junction of his neck but the middle was just an island of baldness. It was very shiny. The shape of his face really stood out to me. It seemed to start out as oblong but the bottom cheeks were just, really puffy. So it gave off the image that it went from square in the beginning to round towards the end.

After a beat, the conversations resume, and the music picks up again in the background. A server appears with champagne. I grab a glass and knock it back in two gulps. My nerves are fine, but my tolerance for small talk is paper-thin. Before we get far, a tall, broad-shouldered man cuts through the crowd like a damn battleship in a sea of wolves. He’s got the same chocolate brown hair as Xander and the same build too. His eyes are dark brown, nothing like Xander’s hazel, but the resemblance is still uncanny. This must be Alpha Lucas Blackwood.

Her words trailed off as she recognized the visitor. "Hello, Katherine," Zayn greeted her, a smirk playing on his lips. He wore a sleek black cashmere overcoat, its fabric rich and luxurious, providing warmth against the cold. Underneath, he sported a black turtleneck sweater, perfectly fitted to highlight his athletic build while keeping the chill at bay. His black tailored trousers were impeccably cut, hinting at the craftsmanship of a bespoke tailor. They flowed seamlessly down to his ankles, where they met his polished black leather Chelsea boots, adding a touch of rugged elegance to the outfit.

Jackie stirred in the bed and slowly opened her eyes. A man stood with his back to her—shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. The sides of his head were shaved, revealing intricate oriental tattoos that snaked down to his neck, while the middle part of his raven-black hair was braided neatly down his back. He was tall and dangerously built, his V-shaped torso exuding raw power. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, and his upper back bore black wings inked into his pale skin—like a fallen angel carved in shadows.

Other than Cassius, he’s the most captivating guy I have ever laid eyes on. He stands tall, commanding attention with his imposing presence. His black tuxedo emphasizes his muscular physique, hinting at his immense physical strength and athleticism. The smooth fabric of his tuxedo adds to his undeniable charm. He opts for a timeless combination of a black tuxedo and a crisp white dress shirt, creating a striking contrast. This contrast brings out his flawless tan and highlights the captivating shade of his mesmerizing grayish-blue eyes and has my heart pounding in my chest. No one has ever made me feel this way but Cassius and I'm having a hard time figuring out what's going on.