Novel & Cerita Justin Bieber Lightskin Era

Rebekah echoed. The rider removed his helmet, revealing the cutest member of Sinners, bassist Jace Seymour. Jace was a perfect ten on the hottie scale. That dark beard stubble and bleached blond, spiked hair totally worked for him. Rebekah found each member of Sinners attractive in his own way. Lead guitarist Brian, with his cover model good looks, was a perfect ten. Vocalist Sed, all hunky and handsome, was another perfect ten. Rhythm guitarist Trey, sultry, sexy, with a heap of bad boy thrown in for good measure, was at least an eleven. And then there was Eric. Their drummer. She’d never really paid much attention to him. Too busy drooling over Trey. Trey—hummina, hummina, hummina—Mills. S

Just a minute before Justin arrived, there had been a total blackout in the whole neighborhood when the rain started falling. Everywhere was pitch black; Jessica hadn't even bothered to light up the house; she didn't know where to search or how to do that. The only other solution was putting on the generator which one of the security men had gone to do. Suddenly, the lights came back on, revealing Justin's deep-set features which stood out on his chiseled face. His clothes clung tightly to his body like a second skin, causing his muscles to bulge out, giving him the appearance of a Greek god.

Marissa Justine was about to drop me off when the sound of footsteps on the stairs made both of us look up. Justin emerged, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of khaki shorts that hung low on his hips, and I swear—my soul flatlined. His lean muscles flexed with each step like he was handcrafted in a lab and then cursed with that careless kind of beauty that didn’t even try. He glanced up and caught me staring, and I had to blink and look away before I publicly embarrassed myself.

My eyes landed on a photo—a boy and a girl locked in a deep kiss. “Wait… is this the guy?” I asked, tilting the phone toward her. She nodded miserably. “Yeah.” I nodded back slowly. “You mean this one who looks like old Justin Bieber?” I raised a brow, pointing at his ridiculous hairstyle. For the first time that day, Isa let out a small, broken laugh. It was the same floppy hair, the same boyish vibe as old-school JB. Even in the middle of all this pain, that tiny laugh felt like a crack of light.

He teased flashing his fangs. I rolled my eyes replying icily. “You wouldn't dare claim me. Eric would not let it go lightly.” “Maybe you don't know me very well. Pissing off Eric is what I do best.” He smiled leaning closer to me. I realized I couldn't move further back or risk falling to the floor. “Besides I think you enjoyed it. Completely uncalled for Justin but I believe you would love to claim me for the solstice.”

Aiden, the man who had once been obsessed with love, would cease to exist within forty-eight hours. The thought made him almost sad. Almost. Behind him, a man slid into the seat beside him. The scent of tobacco and rain filled the air. Aiden did not turn. “You’re late.” “I had to make sure no one followed me,” Justin said, his tone calm, even playful. He adjusted the cuff of his coat, revealing his arm that had beeen burnt. Aiden’s gaze flicked down but he said nothing. “Are you nervous?” Justin murmured. “Good. You should be. You’re about to erase yourself from the world. That’s not something you can do without a little fear.”