Dark Pfp Novels & Stories

He’s gorgeous. Picking up the phone, I look at his profile again. Kip, aged twenty-eight. Twenty-nine tomorrow, obviously. It’s an unusual name. I forgot to ask him what it was short for. Kristopher, I’m guessing. His profile picture shows him from the chest up, dressed in an All Blacks shirt, looking at the camera and smiling. He has short dark-brown hair with a super sharp fade cut that’s longer on top, a neat beard and mustache, brown eyes, and slightly arched eyebrows that give him a bit of a wicked look.

-You can tell he's one of those guys with a lot of money, I've seen him come and go in a fancy ranger rover, I don't know why he hangs out here a lot. I was a little startled, but, I relaxed when I found out that it was Dustin, the skinny kitchen guy. He usually comes out when the order tide goes out, I smiled at him and he smiled at me. He's a very nice guy. -Yes, you can tell he has a lot of money, his suit looks like Armani.

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

It's really good! Her way of speaking made all of them move backward. Their face also grimacing after hearing her words. ??? - My name is Darkness! Also an adventurer. Pleased to meet you all! Then my purpose of wanting to meet you is because I want to enter your party! My class is a Crusader and I act as a Vanguard. And I have a very high defense parameter, so don't hesitate to use me as a meat shield! If anything DO use me as a meat shield to your heart content! So please let me join your party!

Darkous snarled, his voice threatening. Elika began to back away slowly, as though only just finding her feet. The princess’ fear peeked as Darkous mirrored her movements. The dark lord seemed to take more interest in her than the battle, her terror like a flame to a moth. She stared up at her uncle as he stalked towards her, his mechanical white eyes lifeless. Darkous had a long clear scar down his right cheek; the dead tissue curving towards the edge of his mouth. He was wearing a pair of deep blue jeans and a plain black band shirt, the long leather trench coat concealing his weapons. The dark lord hid his long night black hair under a leather hat, more scars becoming clear around his e

The article she was reading about them showed that Duke Gray keeps a low profile and didn't really like to make a lot of public appearances. Lucas has a brother too. She had no idea that he did. His name was Derrick Gray and he had a darkness about him. In the picture they had both taken with their father and mother, Derrick was looking straight into the camera. He was not smiling and Kayla had a feeling as if he was looking directly into her soul.

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

Arthur slid into the passenger's seat of the cab that pulled up in front of him. Richard welcomed him with a grin. “It's freezing out here, man. What took you so long?“ “Sorry, bro. Just had to find the right outfit.“ Richard gestured at his outfit. Black, denim jacket. Black boot. Black gloves. Black hat. Black shades. “You look like you're on goddamn espionage.“ Arthur had zero sense of humor for the night. Something about racing through that door earlier today plunged him into a terrible mood.