Dark Pfp Novels & Stories

What a joke! In a split second, he was up and already walking towards the hallway and into the elevator. His hands were in the pocket of his pants and his black slippers strolled nonchalantly according to the steps he took. His hair was a messy undercut slid back and he didn't give a damn. As a matter of fact, he stopped caring about everything a couple of years back. His extra-large twilight fog tank top and pants gave him that nonchalant aura. His grey eyes and his peach color lips made him look like an Arabian arrogant prince. His cream color skin gave him the perfect and complete tone of evenness.

"Because I don't have one" "What?" I looked at him shocked. "You don't have social media, Rafael?... Even uncles have it nowadays." "It's a waste of time... What would I do with that?" He shrugged. "No, you have to... It's fun." I grabbed his phone. "And don't worry, I won't use your real name... So your enemies can't stalk your account." "As if they can't see my pictures" He raised eyebrows. I bit my lips. "I'll post your pictures where your face is not visible."

Something so ugly must have hurt. I drew my attention back to his cold face. I clear my throat before speaking. “Are you the Dark Alpha?” The man in front of me couldn’t be no more than twenty-five years old. From my recollection, the Dark Alpha was closer to being in his 50s. I stand in front of the desk while the strange woman is watching me warily from her perched position from the couch.

Dark and pleased and deeply, deeply interested. He goes to his knees in front of his own desk... Pulls my hips to the edge... Looks up at me... And lowers his head. Arc 33: Wreck Season continues in Chapter 100...

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

Standing in front of him was the most dangerously beautiful man Eli had ever seen. Tall easily six-three with broad shoulders filling out a perfectly tailored black dress shirt. Raven-black hair styled with ruthless precision. A sharp, aristocratic jawline shadowed with the faintest stubble. But it was the eyes that pinned Eli in place. Storm-gray. Cold. Calculating. And utterly focused on him. Cove Voss.

both. Uriel got up, slowly put his hands on his cheeks and licked his lips. "I want you. You and your light. I'll take everything and you won't be able to help but beg for more. ”At the same moment, his wings appeared, showing his true nature. A white wing shone in the darkness, while next to it an equally large, pitch-black wing almost merged with it. With a trembling hand, Rafael reached out for this wing, stroked through the black feathers. Yes, that was his Uriel. The first and oldest of the four elementals. Created by God and Lucifel. Owner of the dark and light side at the same time. Pure like an angel and yet seductive like a demon. Rafael couldn't believe what was happening here. Did

I haven't gotten the well deserved sleep I need. I pulled my phone out and logged into kik. I quickly searched for his username there and instantly noticed that his display photo was a black grand piano. I sighed looking at it, I was expecting his display photo was a picture of himself. At least I'd know how he looks like. Then I stared at my own display photo which was a picture of me. I think it's unfair if he'll see my face and I won't see his. So I hurriedly changed my display photo into a picture of a cute kitten.

They're so happy that their little Blake didn't change despite having some mental issues. "Hey, you piece of lollipop! Do you have a plan of crashing our sexy bodies down!" The guy with specifically light brown hair on his left side chuckled. "yeah, I know I know! Everyone misses me cause I'm a living handsome!" He says as he pulls out from the hug. "Yeah, I agree! I'm a living god of handsome flesh!" Mino cheers while laughing at Blake's amused look on them, "don't you want to invite us!?" He asked.

My gaze landed on a new user added to the group chat. Unlike everyone else, the user had no username, with a hamster as a profile picture. I sneered. Very unprofessional. With the rage bubbling in me, I typed away on my keyboard. Spilling my thoughts about how unprofessional it was to not use an actual name and picture in an important work group. Satisfied, I exhaled and clicked the send arrow. But just then... Mr. Crawford's message popped up just as mine uploaded. His message tagged the strange user. [Welcome to the group chat, Mr. Davenport.] My heart stopped. The hamster profile picture. Dane.