Dark Pfp Novels & Stories

I wondered briefly if they might also be werewolves. As I continued looking around, my eyes finally darted to a spot that made me freeze. Daxton. I gasped softly when our eyes met. His gaze burned into me, making my heart pound with emotions I couldn’t name. His eyes were dark, intense, and dangerous—perfectly matching the man I knew him to be. He was with a few guys I didn’t recognize, holding a glass of champagne while leaning casually against the bar counter. One hand in his pocket, the other holding the glass, wearing a simple black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, organized hair, and red, slightly swollen lips.

I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.

I hate that sound. "You needed something Chip?" I say crossing my arms. I know with the blouse I have on; his main focus will be on my rack. "Always need something from you babe." He says in his deep voice. I won't lie. Chip is what one might call tall, dark and sexy. He is tall, with dark hair and gray eyes. He has a wall of muscles from no doubt working out every day of his life and tattoos all up and down them. James was not lying, many of my clients will nearly stumble upon themselves when they see him.

Yes, I'm talking about her. Her - My Wife. My BEAUTY. My DUA. DUA ARIN KASHYAP She's my stress buster, my energy drink, my wild cat, my reason to smile, my everything, my chucks. She's the one whom I've always imagined in my dirtiest dreams.

The color of his skin is shining. Running?? Forgive the mistake. #Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri

A document similar to a curriculum vitae was attached to the top of that file. Name- DARKSTAR Zayn Redfield I did not have any idea of what I was seeing. I went through the rest of the pages. These are Zayn's documents. But what does it mean by a DARKSTAR? What is BLACKMATRIX? Why are Zayn's documents here? Why am I here? With thousands of questions my head was about to burst. I had no strength and my legs were weak.So I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning so badly and I couldn't hold on to my strength anymore...

It was unfortunate it was only a dream. I picked up my phone and started to stalk his handle. Xander Black. There was not much to see on his profile and it had not been updated in a while. I admired his photos and secretly saved a few. He said to stay away from him but it didn’t mean I wasn’t allowed to have pictures of him. As I continued to scroll down, I noticed a familiar name that liked all of his older pictures.

Literal na mouthwatering teh. I followed him and do screenshot sa mga picture niya. I even open my F******k para hanapin din f* niya and boom, ang daming poser pero nakita ko rin ang sa kanya agad kasi may check na blue. Ang gwapo niya sa prof pic niya. Naka black suit siya at ang tiger look niya. His perfect jawline, ang balbas niya na sumakot sa buong baba niya na bagay na bagay sa kanya dahil nagmukha talaga siyang Alpha Male. Those grey blue eyes, thick eyebrows, long nose at a pefect shape lips is fucking temptation.

Jay teased. "You're crazy Jay" "Now she's dodging the question,but it seems Sanctify really likes this guy to be so pained...who the hell is he?!!" Joy asked, creasing her brows. "I don't know," Jay shrugged. "But he looks ravishing and hot" "They call him Kyle,he's always with thousands of bodygua...." "OH WHAT THE HOLY FVÇK!!!" Joy screamed. "You mean Kyle Queen?!!" "I don't know if that's his name,I call him Lucifer. He likes dressing in long black jackets" Sanctify said the glass slipped from aunt Debbie's hand and shattered on the floor.

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.