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but I didn't want to get my hopes up. My own profile had a picture of me shirtless and showing half of my face, with a couple of small moles next to my eyebrow that guys might be able to use as an identifier. It hadn't worked yet, but I left that as my main picture just in case it could happen someday.

It has been about three weeks since James's Birthday. Christiana was occupied with work and she had recently updated her blog showing off her skin using the caption; "My Skin, I'm so in love with my skin. Shout out to all Dark and Brown Skinned Men And Women out there. Show off your skin using the hashtag #blackpeoplearebeautiful and don't forget to tag Tiana's Blog." It was well received but there were also comments like; How won't you love your skin when you are using like 50k Skin care products?

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ I want to laugh. This is it? This is the guy who cheated on Winter? This… guy? What in the hell?! I could bench press him. Twice over. He’s maybe 5’9 to my 6’1. I’ve got to have a minimum of fifty pounds on him. He’s lanky with dark hair, a septum ring and a poorly done tattoo sleeve on his left arm. His hair falls over his eyes, making him look like someone who’s carrying leftover emo vibes over from the 2000’s.

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

Then black. Nothing.

The follower count was sitting at a casual 104k. ​His profile grid was a clean, high-contrast mix of high-intensity action shots under stadium lights—muscles strained, sweat glistening on rich dark skin as he drove toward a hoop—and casual, effortlessly sharp off-duty fits in front of sleek cars or concrete campus backdrops. The bio was simple: Ashcroft Basketball. Sophomore. A lone basketball emoji next to a link for an upcoming college showcase page.

They ran to me Girl1: uh hiii. I'm Nuella Girl2: I'm Lucia Girl3: I'm Suzan Girl1: please we wanna have a selfie with you.. Please Me: uhn sure.. You can Girl2: yay! They gathered round me and we took a selfie together, then each girl took a turn to snap with me Girl3: gosh I'm so happy, it's my first time seeing a black person. Wow, you're so different. Your skin is so different

The man asked me and I don't know if he was annoyed with me because I mistook him for a bartender or maybe he was just acting annoyed to make me feel nervous. "You look like my next mistake, Jake." I jokingly replied to him causing him to frown at me. Jake Andrich is also known as Jakipz, the online celebrity who's famous for his thirst trap photos, his pictures are all jack-off worthy. But Jake became more famous because of his OnlyFans account where he posts nude videos and photos. Jake Andrich was like a sex god, his body was so beautiful even if it was full of tattoos, but I think it suited him well. He is the perfect definition of the words, 'gentleman but somewhat rude' because his han

Lena hadn’t expected the world to implode over one photo. But by morning, her name was everywhere. News sites, gossip blogs, even business headlines were plastered with a single story: “Rafael Blackthorne’s fiancée has a record?” The picture was from years ago, taken during the worst week of her life. She had been nineteen, broke, scared, and trying to get her brother out of trouble after he got mixed up with the wrong people. No charges had ever been filed. No wrongdoing. But to the public? It didn’t matter.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.