Low Taper Fade Black Male Novels & Stories

Her words trailed off as she recognized the visitor. "Hello, Katherine," Zayn greeted her, a smirk playing on his lips. He wore a sleek black cashmere overcoat, its fabric rich and luxurious, providing warmth against the cold. Underneath, he sported a black turtleneck sweater, perfectly fitted to highlight his athletic build while keeping the chill at bay. His black tailored trousers were impeccably cut, hinting at the craftsmanship of a bespoke tailor. They flowed seamlessly down to his ankles, where they met his polished black leather Chelsea boots, adding a touch of rugged elegance to the outfit.

A black compression t-shirt and whiter sneakers. Fuck. He looked so good.

Beneath the short sleeves of the black silk, tee was revealed even more of his beauty, in the form of his well-defined muscular arms that were now folded across his chest with the tattoos that told a story on full display. His thighs were also well-formed beneath the black leather of his pants, making for one hell of a gorgeous beast at six foot three inches tall. But more than his face and body, it was his relaxed pose, legs outstretched, and the one-finger playing across his lip that added that air of sophisticated savagery.

Chases strides are long and fast and I’m all but jogging to keep up. It was the first time I could truly take in his appearance up close his long black hair was slicked back, the skinny ripped Jeans looked as though they could combust with all the muscle underneath them. His v neck black shirt clung nicely to his sculptured body with tribal tattoos up both arms the only colour on him was the long sleeved red checkered shirt tied around his waste. His eyes were dark brown almost black and his dimple would make anyone melt.

I smiled and nod my head. "Love it. You should definitely buy it." She flipped the jacket around and checked the price tag and she frowned. "Shit, it's sixty bucks." Before I had the chance to reply, someone appeared behind her and my eyes widen in surprise when I saw who it is. He was wearing casual jeans and a white T-shirt that has an old song lyric written all over the front. His hair was perfectly disheveled and his eyes were staring back at me with a small mischievous look in it. My eyes immediately wandered over to the other two boys that appeared by his side.

Steve was a tall and well-built man, standing at about 6'2" with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He had short, dark hair that was styled neatly, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to be fixed on something in the distance. He was dressed in all black, with a fitted leather jacket and jeans that hugged his strong thighs. His boots were polished to a high shine, and he wore a silver chain around his neck that glinted in the dim light of the bar. Despite his imposing presence, there was a sense of calm about him, and his expression was unreadable. He seemed lost in thought, his attention drawn to the stage where Andrianne was dancing.

His minty breath made the hairs on my skin stand up. I turned around slowly and met a friendly pair of dark blue eyes. A pleasant smile showed on his kissable lips. His face looked like it came from the perfect romance novel, and his light stubble contributed to his overall handsomeness. He wore a simple black T-shirt-- but by the way it hugged his upper region, it was easy to tell he was lean and kept in shape with a printed six-pack-- faded grey jeans and grey chukka boots. "Would you mind?"

Jackie stirred in the bed and slowly opened her eyes. A man stood with his back to her—shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. The sides of his head were shaved, revealing intricate oriental tattoos that snaked down to his neck, while the middle part of his raven-black hair was braided neatly down his back. He was tall and dangerously built, his V-shaped torso exuding raw power. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, and his upper back bore black wings inked into his pale skin—like a fallen angel carved in shadows.

Midnight-colored tank suit, black pants, and a crisp white shirt that had three buttons undone. The posture looked familiar, but I needed to see him clearly. So I squinted my eyes and there he was… black curly hair that seemed so much like some hands had been running through it… straight nose, almond eyes, and the perfect heart lips that could make and ruin you. My heart skipped as the description settled on me and in that moment, his face came into complete light. Yet, dark and grey like….. Zaydeen Black.