Dark Pfp Novels & Stories

“Good, because between the Grand Coven and the VC, I’m about ready to go live off the grid and answer to no one.” “You don’t have to live off the grid to answer to no one,” he says, coming back out and buttoning a white dress shirt. My stomach tightens when I look at him. I swear Lucas could wear anything and make it look sexual. Because right now, wearing black dress pants and that button-up shirt, he’s looking like an undead Christian Grey who’d love to play with me all night. “I don’t answer to anyone but myself.” I cock an eyebrow. “And you,” he adds with a grin.

“You’re alive after all these years. That means, you daughter wasn’t able to kill you.” Everyone looked at Mr. Frae as though he’d gone senile. Mr. Porche, in particular, poked Mr. Frae by the shoulder. “Are you telling me that he’s no other than the legendary Dark?” Mr. Frae looked at him straight in the eye. Michelle was amazed Mr. Porche wasn’t vomiting. With those terrible pimples, anyone would find it hard to stare at his face. “No doubt about it.” The clouds grew darker and thicker when Dark laughed. It was even worst than his voice. There’s not single humor hidden in it, just pure coldness.

Someone had liked my profile. We could match, if I expect his match request. I opened the profile with slightly trembling fingers. His name was Dear Daddy. I burst out laughing, this app is something else . God. What kind of name is that? Very kinky. But then again — this app was full of all kinds. Some of the other men's profile names were way, way dirtier. At least this one had a sense of humor about it. I zoomed into his profile picture. It was a photo of his naked torso.. no face, just body. And.. god l gulped.

to "Optimus Prime." With a smile, Fahira opened Darian's W******p profile picture, which only showed a stern back dressed in a black suit. A simple black and white picture with a classic vibe. Darian never posted W******p stories about his daily activities, only absurd pictures that probably represented his feelings. "Good night," Fahira whispered, putting her phone back on the nightstand. She curled up in her blanket, preparing herself for the mysteries of the next day. Fahira was certain that everything would be different, and it wouldn't be okay.

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I don’t want to show my bump. After finding for almost five minutes, I finally found a beautiful loose frock. It is dark blue in colour and has buttons on it. I wear it and look at myself in mirror. As my bump is not too big so it is not showing. I grab white shoes with it and let my hair down. I still feel sad about my hair but they are growing fast and I hope they grow back to their original length soon. Shaking these sad thoughts away from my mind I reach downstairs to see Luciano waiting for me.

My fingers trembled slightly as I set up my profile, choosing a recent photo where I was smiling and holding Melody. “Here goes nothing,” I muttered, starting to swipe through potential matches. Suddenly, a familiar face popped up on my screen. My eyes widened in shock as I read the name. David. Alpha of Darkmoon Pack. Looking handsome as hell. Without thinking, I swiped right. It was an instant match.

for short. Then there's my younger brother, Vance, who's known for his stylish looks and charming demeanor. He had a head of sleek, flowing hair that seemed to be perpetually perfect, no matter what he did. I called him "V". My cousin, Brandon Sanchez, is a womanizer who took great pride in his physique. He had a tan, muscular build and a winning smile that made the ladies swoon. I called him "B". And last but not least, there's Kylie Park. She's the daughter of our Under Boss, Maverick Park, and my best friend. But our relationship went beyond friendship. She had blonde hair, and green eyes, and was about my age and height.

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I could feel the darkness radiating off him, the air between us was thick with the scent of whiskey and the sharp, chemical edge of the drugs. "You smell so good," he whispered, his face dipping toward my shoulder. "Will you satisfy me tonight?" he muttered. "Please... Kiran, stop," I whimpered, my breath hitching as I tried to shrink away. "You’re not yourself... you don't know what you’re saying." Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back just an inch, his heavy breathing ghosting over my skin. He reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.