Black And White Pfp Novels & Stories

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.

I jump when I see him. Prime Alpha Nikolai Blackwell. And he looks grim. Deadly eyes of his rolls down to size me up, face flat and expressionless, and his hair covers a large part of his forehead. And he's shirtless. He's sweating. He must have been exercising. I swallow a large lump that hurts my throat. My thoughts spiral. He's exquisite, wearing a grey pant that reveals his packed bulge. His bare chest carries a dark ink, spreading from his chest down to his spine and to his back. A large tattoo of a wolf!

Zuberi hits a few buttons on his pad, and a big photo pops up under the glass. The male in the picture has a perfectly carved jaw, eyes like a deep black cavern, and a royal face that looks completely flawless. Even though he is standing with a big group of Alpha Council wolves, his massive power makes him stand out like a giant mountain. Any wolf who looks at the pad will see him first. "Mommy, look at him! He is super handsome, right?" Idris Blackthorne? The air leaves my lungs in a huge gasp, and my eyes stretch wide as I stare at the screen.

While tilting my head, I decided to take a photo of him secretly before I decided to post in on I*******m feed this time. Chuckling, I type my caption before thing a few seconds whether to post it or not but I still did so since the photo doesn’t show his face anyway and it don’t look like him—seeing how he is clothed. He is juts wearing a white shirt and a grey cargo shorts. I laugh when I realize that his back physique looks like he is a common fck boy from downtown. “What are you laughing at?”

"Oh." "And no, black isn't my favorite color. It's white." He answered, glancing at her, then down at her white dress. "Well, black is my favorite color." She said. "Why?" "That color represents my depressing life..." she said with a self-deprecating laugh. Black represented death and sorrow in her life. She had lost too many people she had held dear to her. Her Mama, Papa, Ethan, and... Tears prickled her eyes, but she blinked furiously, refusing to let him see them. She turned to the man in black. Black also served other meanings.

Xavia could not help but scroll to the top as she clicked on his profile picture. It was a regular photo that was similar to a passport photo. He was wearing a white shirt, and he had neat and short hair. He looked incomparably distinct and manly, with clear and upright eyes.

However, she smiled when she saw that the message was from Fael, and before clicking on the message, she clicked on his profile picture. In his profile picture, he wasn't wearing his nurse uniform. He was wearing a black, sleeveless tank top and had such a wide smile that it even made her itch. In the photo, he had long hair in a Black Power style, all voluminous and high up. Why on earth did he cut his hair? She wondered. Not that he didn't look handsome now, but, damn, he looked perfect in the photo. He was sitting at a bar, or so it seemed, holding a beer. A can in his hand, smiling at the person taking the photo.

Literal na mouthwatering teh. I followed him and do screenshot sa mga picture niya. I even open my F******k para hanapin din f* niya and boom, ang daming poser pero nakita ko rin ang sa kanya agad kasi may check na blue. Ang gwapo niya sa prof pic niya. Naka black suit siya at ang tiger look niya. His perfect jawline, ang balbas niya na sumakot sa buong baba niya na bagay na bagay sa kanya dahil nagmukha talaga siyang Alpha Male. Those grey blue eyes, thick eyebrows, long nose at a pefect shape lips is fucking temptation.