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People had always said they looked perfect together. I sniffed and shook my head slowly. Why was I still crying over those two losers? I tossed the phone aside and lay back, staring at the ceiling and then, without warning, a name surfaced in my mind. Blackwood. My hand moved before my brain could catch up. I picked the phone back up, opened I*******m, and typed his name. The profile appeared almost immediately. Alexander Blackwood. 50 million followers. No pictures. No posts. Nothing but a verified badge and a blank grid.

he says and i laugh “I like black, because you can wear it without stressing about colors but i love yellow because when i think about it, it makes me happy” i say and he chuckled "Okay, who is your favorite artist” he asks me "Rihanna” i tell him and he laughs "So you are a Riri fan” he says and i nod “101%" i say proudly " who is your favorite artist" I ask him “J-Cole, i love his raps” he says "Yeah J-Cole is really good though “ I commented

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

He looked at me with a surprised expression on his face, then looked down. "Sorry." He apologized, looking like the world is about to end. "I just thought you might've wanted to have friends since you just transferred here." "M-My bad. I don't really like when people invade my personal space." I looked away. "I appreciate the thought, but I'd rather be left alone. Sorry." "Ah, but your name? It's hard to work like this when I don't know what to call you." "...Black. Black Vera." We did that dumb activity, and finally, White left me alone. That guy looked like he had a lot of friends, so I don't see what he would gain from befriending me. Seriously, people don't need that many friends.

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

I was certain he wouldn't suspect it was me. I settled on the names Ars and Zack. He won't know for sure. He'll believe I'm just one of his avid fans. I also put thought into my profile picture. I snapped a photo of my foot, focusing on the heart-shaped mole on the side of it. Of course, my profile picture isn't a foot. It's just a close-up of that mole. He had no idea I had such a mark on my foot.

5 feet. Dressed entirely in black, his clothing seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows of the surrounding woods, emphasizing the striking contrast of his electric blue hair that stood out like a beacon in the dim light. His eyes, devoid of any white, were as black as the darkest night, reflecting an intensity that seemed to penetrate to the very core of their beings.

I pouted. BH Entertainment is the agency where my favorite artists and bands are in. "I don't believe you, you creep" My bestfriend kept teasing. "Oh please. My favorite bands could come out from that door, pass by me and I'd stay completely still" I told her and that exact moment... A familiar tall looking man with black hair, unique pair of eyes wearing a white turtleneck top inside of a black coat with a black scarf paired with black pants, filas and a mask.

Instead of calling her, I added her on F******k first. After she approved my request, I sent her the video about the call she had made before Judith had had her operation in the hospital. After I sent the message to Comfort, I saw Haick's F******k profile picture. He had used a photo of his as his profile picture. I had never really paid attention to the profile photo on his F******k account. I clicked open the picture, enlarging it. Only then did I realize that it was a photo of him when he was in college.

“You decided a white wolf with no rank should attend to council members. You should know it will be the talk of the pack for as long as it will take them to find something more interesting to talk about.” He hissed “I don't care about what they say.” He didn't know why this was embarrassing but he always felt peaceful speaking with Nate. They had known each other for twenty years and had been friends for eleven and so Nate was always considered a safe space. “I feel connected to her.” Nate felt a knot in his chest and he tucked his hands into the pocket of his trousers to hide his fisting. “You feel a connection with a white wolf?” Avan ran his hand through his hair “I know what it sounds li