Dark Grunge Pfp Novels & Stories

Her eyes go to Gray, then back to me, as if she’s picked up on our exchange. “I can teach you a few moves, if you wanna catch up?” I offer Hannah, waggling my eyebrows. I’m just kidding around, but she’s not amused. “Fuck off,” Hannah mumbles, folding her arms across her chest and kicking the ground. Vienna and I exchange wide-eyed glances, both clearly feeling like Hannah’s overreacting, but we don’t poke the bear anymore. Gray steps forward, and my attention returns to him in laser-focus. He’s so damn sexy, with his perfectly tanned skin and his broad shoulders. He’s got a five o’clock shadow of stubble on his jawline, which only adds to his rugged appeal.

"Do I show you his photo? Everytime I try to show you his photo, you are disinterested..." "You are the one who told me that there have been claims from different girls that he dumped them after sleeping with them. Who would love such a person?" "Nothing was proven from those claims..." "But where there is smoke there is fire.I get it why Drake idolises him so much, it's because they are the same.Handsome with rotten characters. Plus trust me he can't look at girls like us twice." "It's just a photo, no need to be dramatic.Just one photo I promise.

Plus he unexpectedly has a F******k account. Is he still alive somewhere? I browse his F******k profile. His name is Eric Peter Marcus. He resides in the same town. And he works in a coffee shop. He also plays the piano, which makes me think he is talented. And that’s it. I think he is a private type of person. What I learned about him is he lives nearby and he is a barista. There’s not much in here. Except there are some photos of him with an older woman and a little girl.

I winked and signed off. I jumped into I*******m and opened the post draft. Tagged @tonedefteddy, @brodysbackline, @sadiestrut, and @thomasdrums—because yes, even the most mysterious drummer deserves some love. I also added @nonameofficialband right at the bottom with a fire emoji. Added a glitter sticker over our ridiculous, perfect Camp No Name flag. Hit post. And for a minute, I felt like myself again. Still me.

By refined research, I mean stalking. Thousands of pictures came up of a young guy with gray eyes and dark brown hair. His body was tall and slender with a slight 5 o'clock shadow. He is not that hot. A talent of mine? Lying to myself.

“Hey, is Gray no longer with us?” “Yeah, he was murdered,” Hugo said. The news hit me like a ton of bricks. Gray was always a step ahead of everyone, unbeatable. I had a feeling he’d eventually piss someone off or get on the wrong side of someone. “Do you know this guy?” Hugo showed me a picture of another guy on his phone. This guy was ripped and covered in tattoos. His hair was pitch black, his eyes a piercing blue, and his look was tough, with multiple piercings in his ears and nose.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

Garry was the person recommended by her, he didn't suspect anything. “I will be better after?” Morana was really desperate… she wanted to get rid of this feeling, but didn't know how. "Yeah, you will get better afterwards." Daniel emphasized, while putting one pill into Morana's mouth and letting her drink water, which was then followed by seven other pills.

We grew up together and he has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Alberto is putting on a three piece suit, always the gentleman. His brown hair is tied up with a hairband. He is several years older than me but doesn’t even look like it. Alberto is tall and well built, although I am six foot three, I still feel short whenever I stand next to him. He is called ‘The Monster’ because he is six foot seven and well built. “I am so-sorry Killer, please have mercy,” the man tied to the chair says in between breaths. “The killer” is what I am called in the underworld. My name sends shivers and fear to my enemies, only an idiot would dare to challenge me.

"I'm okay? Have those two already dealt with it?" "Yes, it's done. As Henry's man." Will faltered at Ivan. But on the contrary, Ivan was completely calm, there was no expression on his face. Ivan extinguished his cigarette, took off his blood-stained black shirt, and walked into the room naked.