Dark Aesthetic Usernames Novels & Stories

“My bad. I should have told you my name first. I’m Dante Verlice, Alpha of Dark Moon.” I’m doomed.

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I roll and land on my feet, snarling as I face him. “You’re gonna regret this, Osiris,” Darius spits, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. He wipes it away with the back of his hand, eyes blazing with crimson fury. His wolf is close to the surface, his pupils blown wide as he gets to his feet. “Big talk for a piece of shit who just got slammed into the dirt,” I growl, pacing to the side, ready to strike again. Darius snarls, his lips curling back to reveal his sharp canines. His strength is undeniable. The bastard’s an Alpha, after all, and there’s raw power thrumming through his veins.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

After that, Morana chose to go into the room and rest, letting Anna call Daniel and tell him what had happened in a panic. Morana was sure that Daniel would run home to see her own condition with his own eyes. # # # In a closed room, where this room is only reserved for VIP guests, Lucas was enjoying a cigar in his hand while supporting his feet on the table in a haughty manner. The puff of white smoke that came out from between his lips was a color that contrasted with the slightly dim atmosphere of the room, but in harmony with the ambience of the place. A woman in skimpy clothes accompanied Lucas beside him with her fake smile and looked cute with heavy makeup covering her face.

It's about time someone told Kelly the truth that she is mean, cruel, and heartless. I set up a new I*******m account. In doing so, I will do some digging on Kelly with my new username and alias. My fake name is Jennifer Smith. It's a generic enough name that I could be anyone. My profile picture is of an orange tabby cat wearing glasses—a fat Garfield-like cat, sitting on a large book. Maybe the book is a dead giveaway that it is really me.

I peered at the screen. A Hello Kitty background popped up with a login box. "Hello Kitty?" He laughed gleefully. "I know, right? Who would guess that this site contains some of the biggest secrets in the world? Pink is so innocuous!" I had to agree with him there. He started punching in a login name: ICANCU. Before I thought better of it, I blurted out, "I. Can. See. You. You see auras. Good username." Dante grinned, then frowned. "I know! You don't think it's too obvious, do you? Wait!" He turned the keyboard away from me to type in the password.

Angela countered, not sure as to why Theo wasn't able to see it. "I am high on life which is an everyday thing. And no, this dress is golden and white. See, even the royal buttsmasher agrees with me," Theo referred to one of the username who had commented under the photo. "Well, suck_mypopsicle don't," Angela shrugged while referring to another username who had stated the it was Blue and Black. They scrolled down but to no avail. One of the username had gone on to claim that it was red and green and whoever says otherwise is cursed by the devil himself.

I said making him turn his sight to me. " Ummm." He just said. " I'm Aegon's son. Why ?" He added. " Ahh that's why you're familiar, my dad mentioned you before I remembered now," I said smiling. " By the way, I will follow you on I* account. What's your username ?" He stated, getting his phone. "Just Achlys." Replied and get embarrassed. "U-Huh you like hot men." He again laughs I think he's stalking me. I heard the notification rings on my phone.

she demanded through gritted teeth, her fists clenched. Tiodor stepped closer to her, not even bothering to sit down. Libia’s irritation was palpable, and it was clear that her physical appearance had changed drastically in recent weeks. She was thinner, with dark circles under her eyes that revealed her sleepless nights. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, and she now kept her beautiful hair tied up in a bun, her once-bright eyes now dull. He reached out to touch her cheek, driven by memories, but Libia’s firm rejection shattered his momentary reverie.