Kaca Mata Pria Hitam Novels & Stories

Napatitig ang dalaga rito. Halata sa mukha ng lalaki na may lahi dahil sa asul na mga mata nito. He has this messy taper fade haircut. Matangos na ilong at mapupulang basang labi na parang nangaakit na 'to ay halikan.

His smell gets stronger as I get closer to him. When I enter Angelo's it only takes a moment to locate my mate as my nose, and my wolf, lead me right to him. Now that I can clearly see him in the lights of the restaurant I see that his honey coloured eyes have gold flecks in them and are outlined in a black ring. His brown hair has a slight red tone to it and his fair but sun kissed skin is impossibly smooth. He is wearing tight black jeans and a loose dark blue t-shirt with an open short sleeved dress shirt over top. His hair is brushed but appears to have no product in it as it lightly floats at the smallest hint of a breeze in the air from the restaurant's AC unit. When I walk in he stand

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

Lahat ng suot nito ay black at naka facemask at shades ito Mas lalong kumunot ang nuo ko ng Makita ang katawan nito,magkaparehas sila ng katawan ni Klyde Nanlaki ang aking mata ay napansinghap, nagmamadali kong kinuha ang mga gamit at tumakbo palabas song restaurant Ngunit paglabas ko doon ay wala na ang lalaking naka kulay black, tumingin ako sa paligid ngunit wala na rin ito dito

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

“Name.” The female shook her head. “We didn’t get it.” Matthew’s tone turned dangerous. “Then describe him.” The female hesitated. The male spoke instead, quick as if he’d rather spit it out and be done with it. “Older. Gray in his beard. Scar at the left eye. Smells like cedar smoke and expensive whiskey. Talks like he’s used to being obeyed.” Matthew’s gaze flicked to Adam. That was enough to narrow the field. Adam’s voice stayed level. “And who else?”

I stated. Just then there was a knock on the door. I walked up to the door before opening it. Two gentlemen neatly dressed. One looked familiar though. His hair was in a ponytail, he was wearing a white short sleeved shirt buttoned halfway, his chest slightly exposed, black jeans and black boots and wearing dark glasses. "Can I help you?" I asked. He took off his glasses and asked as he looked up at me, "What do you say we kill George Diable?"