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It was summer of the year 2018, I was just relaxing at the park, feeling the breeze of the wind, and just minding my own business is the best. I hope it's like this every day. But, such a thing can only happen in my dreams. My name is Grey Young and I'm a third year student in college here at Millian University. The well-known university in Amity hill city for having many rich students and promising students. Whenever I'm having trouble and I'm feeling lost and alone, I would always hang out here at the park. This is my favorite spot in the whole campus.

His posture as he fell eliminated the impact. "JA" showing a proud expression with a thumb up, his words along with a smile denoted great self-confidence. Zark could swear he saw a gleam come out of his smile. He was a young man brimming with energy. His white hair moved along his shoulders reflecting his surroundings. The blue color of his pupils made his eyes sparkle like those of an outgoing rogue. His long, pointed ears and grayish skin revealed that he was a Drow, better known as Dark Elves, a relative of the High Elves and Wood Elves.

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

He had on a black Maree Noire tee and tan long pants on while a simple silver chain hung from his neck with a silver ring on it with a swirl like band hanging in the centre as he leaned over. He uploaded the pictures to his MyGram account that didn’t have many followers with the caption: Spent a full weekend with him~ <3 <3 <3 #Annoying as fuck! But missing you already! #handsome #sexy #dangerous #drop_dead_gorgeous #SexGod #tattoos #inked_up #deathbyAlpha #drool #deadserious #husbandmaterial #Cyro #Corbin #Silver and tagged the following random accounts along Corbin’s body @Fuck @The @hell @off @bitch.

'' *************************** I stood in the washroom trying to get rid of the stain Chloe left on my shirt when I caught a glimpse of my eyes. In the mirror, I realized my very grey eyes had even turned duller than usual. Tylor always complimented my eyes because it reminded him of almonds on a rainy day, his favourite nuts but I on the other hated them because they were just too grey. Such a sad colour. Why couldn't they be green like Tylor's. Sometimes people would stop me in the market and ask if I wore glasses or if I was blind. That was just the first of my insecurities.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

He has me reacting like I got caught doing something wrong when I have nothing to answer for. “I don’t think so…wait, maybe…..I got a follow from an account with a weird username.” She scrolls her followers and clicks on one before turning it to me and showing it to me. The username is Knightrider. Lame. It’s a cartoon image of a black helmeted motorbiking character from a manga that Dane used to read as a kid. I remember it as he was obsessed for a while and had posters all over his locker at school. The profile has lots of vague photos of motorbikes and party shots, and it looks like he might have been posting street racing videos from an account made to be anonymous. His face is not on an

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.