Ciel Phantomhive Pfp Novels & Stories

"But you're also jailbait, so we're going to have to wait a while." I blink, a little dazed honestly. Cielo is technically almost an adult, and he can literally have any girl he wants. He likes me? A phone rings, and I realize it's Cielo's. He left it on one of the lounge chairs. He pushes back from the wall, swims to the other end and climbs out. He answers the phone, keeping his back to me for a minute. "Hey Anya." He glances at me, then holds up a finger to tell me he'll be right back.

Every post was calculated. Speaking of Moments, Cici suddenly grew curious. “What does Layson’s WeChat Moments look like? I just can’t imagine a man that cold ever posting anything.” Adela pulled out her phone, opened Layson’s profile, and handed it over. “Here. Completely blank.” “…” Cici was speechless. His avatar was the default gray icon—classic. “He barely uses it,” Adela added with a smile. “It’s mostly me sending things. He just reads.”

And I have this feeling that he won't hurt me. "You can't call this a house," he says in the same casual tone, like we are friends talking about the weather, like he isn't a stranger sitting on my goddamn couch. "Everything is falling apart. Do you know how easy it was to break the window in?" He leans back into the couch and crosses one leg over the other. In that minute, it clicks. I know why he looks so familiar. I have seen his face on the roll-up banners lining the hospital’s waiting room. He is Saint Lachlan, the greatest sponsor we have at the hospital and the most eligible bachelor in Los Angeles.

It showed a raw rock, matte and opaque, glowing a deep, interior purple as if lit from within. “What… what is this?” Imani asked, leaning forward, breathless. The chunk of stone, opaque and faintly shimmering violet, pulsed on the screen as if alive. “That’s not gold,” Jade murmured, her voice trembling with fascination. “It’s something else entirely.” “It’s beautiful,” Imani whispered. “Dangerous is beautiful sometimes,” Jade replied, zooming in closer. “Celestium,” she read out, her voice barely a whisper. Imani reached out, her fingertips brushing the holographic image as if she could feel its texture.

After I sat back down, my cock was pressing against my pants so hard that I decided to unzip. Cecile was a selfie expert, she flipped her long hair to the front so that they covered her nipples and angled the phone so that it was evident Randy's fingers were under her thong without showing her pussy. Then in the 2nd photo she moved her hair to display her tits, and now positioned the phone so that you could see Randy was finger fucking her, but this time cutting off their faces so that the only distinguishing factor was Randy's championship ring on his pussy penetrating hand.

Some days ago, F******k had recommended his profile to me if I wanted to add him as my friend but I was so tired to go through his profile. So yes, I am in the mood now. I clicked on his profile. His username was Demetrius Valecian and it had the blue mark close to it. Meaning it was verified. Duh. His profile picture was of him standing close to the large transparent glass which gave his luxurious office an exquisite look. He had a cup of coffee in his right hand while the left hand was in his pocket. I clicked on it and checked the day it was posted. Wow, Some months ago.

I'm impressed that Astra has gone through such lengths to keep the truth engrained into the system's web; no matter of deleting, erasing, or even powering off the world net will be able to stop it. At that moment, Celia bounds down the stairs, her black curly hair in a high ponytail, and wearing a black tracksuit. She has running shoes on, and she smiles at me, showing off her metal fangs. As of late, she no longer feels the need to hide them from the rest of us, her confidence making a quiet appearance. She walks down towards me, a rolling suitcase in her hand, and sets it next to me. Giving me another grin, and a thumbs up, she lounges on the couch, her feet barely touching the ground.

In the middle of texting with my best friend, a text from an unknown number came. From: Unknown Number Jill, can I talk to you? What the-? Who's this? I replied to it since it knows my name. It is too impossible for it to be a scam. To: Unknown Number Who is this? From: Unknown Number It's me. Cielo. What the hell? How dare he text me!

I need some caffeine at the moment. @SenaSen