Looking Like A Blur Nct Novels & Stories

She’d long learned to read clouds in fans’ excitement, to brace for the downpour and hope her umbrella was intact. Someone had made a graphic: neon type, desert silhouette, the band name in a font that looked like it had teeth and wasn’t afraid to bite. Someone else had edited clips of past performances into a looping crescendo, the music swelling and then cutting out just before the drop—cruel and effective, a tease with the precision of a pickpocket. A fan account posted a countdown clock already ticking toward April, numbers oversized and pulsing like a heartbeat, the seconds marching with the self-importance of a parade drum major. Celeste’s mouth tightened.

The lightening effects and the smoke burst created a sense of mood around us. The hoots of girls and their shouts blaring inside the enclosed area. "RAZE I LOVE YOU" "RAZE PLEASE SHOW YOUR FACE" "RAZE ONE KISS PLEASE" "RAZE FUCK ME" WHAT????? Jesus he surely has girls at a heart beat away ! The excitement of seeing his face had me alarmed as my eyes flickered on the figure who just took a step forward. I could see his Blue colour robe hanging on his built as the smoke and lighting was making it difficult for me to see his full profile.

I ceased my brows in bamboozlement as he sat listlessly on one of the branches of the sapling. Is he unhappy that I won?. I looked at the other two to realise they were staring at me. Why did it feel like they have been doing that for a long?. "What? what's with the leering?" I grumbled. Earth's languid demeanour was igniting some feeling in me that I don't have a grip on it. And these two were annoying me. "I am just wondering....are you actually dumb or pretending to be? Are you blind or faking" I heard Arthur utter out his balderdash words, once again.

A blush settles on my cheeks the moment his eyes find me. Tonight, he’s in his jeans and a perfectly fitted black shirt, accentuating his broad shoulders and hinting at the strength beneath. His hair is intentionally styled messily, adding to his boyish charm as he offers me a slight smile. He seems to be too busy staring at me to notice that Nate is asking him a question. “Cooey.” Nate steps into his line of vision, waving at him. “Look. I get that you’re staring at my literal goddess of a friend, which I don’t blame you for. But can I get your attention for a second?”

After applying my lipgloss and makeup the way Mackenzie taught me, I took a beautiful picture, sending it to her for her approval. When I saw her fire emoji, I took that as my clue to head out. Heading out I was shocked as the car that brought me back some minutes ago was still packed here. Going close to the window I knocked. Like a soldier in training, he jumped down making his way to me. But before anything could be said, Shaun drew in my figure. My body suit did most of the magic. It brought out my curves in excess view. "Are you going to him, dressed like that?"

She was doing this. At the break, Anita appeared with a tray of water and a grin. “The BTS from the café is already at thirty‑two thousand views. People are making fan art of the mask.” Natalie let herself smile. “Already?” “Already.” Anita nudged her shoulder. “You’re trending in California, Not joking.” Fiona’s phone buzzed. She didn’t look at it for three whole seconds. Then she did, and her expression changed minutely. “Adrien, go long for five. Natalie, mirror. Anita, with me.”

Waiting for the event to start. Girls are in a hurly-burly while eyes are fixed on Nathan merrily talking to Yui and Nikka. His long black hair in a ponytail is down to his slender waist. Skin color is fairly and translucent. A bit skinny too, but have this slight bulk muscle. His back was facing them, yet they already know how d*mn sexy he is.

Says one up front. I sigh. I'm not getting out of this easily. "Nara. Not getting the rest." I look over at Nathaniel . He is twirling the knife around his fingers, with nails polished in chipping black paint. This guy scares the shit out of me. Way more than the front two idiots. He has his hair up in a tiny little pony tail. In front of his ear he has a small tattoo of a snake wrapping around a sword. His plaid joggers have black straps around them, and his short boots seem massive compared to his ankles.

~Look at my feet, look down The shadow resembles me Is it the shadow that's shaking Or is it my feet that are trembling Of course I'm not unafraid Of course it's not all okay But I know Awkwardly I flow I fly together with that black wind~ - (BTS) ON ----------- ----------- "Hurry Adriano! Quickly!" Exclaimed a very giddy Xenia as she ran through the woods with sheer excitement, her dark locks bouncing around her perfect face as a huge smile stretched over her delicate face.

My schedule was filled up with moments to worry about how fucked up my life was looking. I laid on the cold floor with my legs pushing hard against the wall like it was my mission to bulldoze the wall. I activated my sadist playlist and let the floor temperature take me to an alternate dimensions where I've got no worries. I was lost in my karaoke realm, apparently in the other dimension I was a musician and the best microphone I got was an hairbrush. I was busy singing " You are the reason by Calum Scott" when I noticed a pair of black sneakers near my head.