Low Taper Fade Black Male Novels & Stories

The shine of his leather shoes and the glint of a silver watch on his wrist added a touch of sophistication. The second man, to the left, had a more relaxed, playful yet equally captivating presence. His wavy black hair was slightly longer, brushing just above his collar, with a few rebellious strands falling over his forehead. His eyes were a striking icy blue, contrasting sharply with his warm, tan complexion. A light shadow of stubble lined his jaw, giving him a rugged charm. He wore a dark gray blazer over a black turtleneck, paired with slim-fit pants and sleek boots. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, and his easygoing smile hinted at his playful, charismatic personality.

The cut is modern and stylish, showcasing his fashionable sensibility. His choice of footwear further exemplifies his refined taste: black shoes, meticulously polished to a high shine. His overall appearance exudes an aura of confidence, charisma, and success. The combination of the well-fitted blue polo, tailored black slacks, and polished black shoes portrays an image of someone who appreciates quality and pays attention to detail. The ensemble presents a harmonious blend of style and class, leaving a lasting impression on those who encounter it.

The guy from 407. He’s taller than I remember from that one time I passed him in the hallway. Six-five, maybe more. Dressed in all black, leather jacket unzipped, dark shirt beneath that hugs his chest in a way that should be illegal. His jaw could cut glass. Black hair, tousled like he just rolled out of someone’s bed. Crimson eyes. No shit. Not brown. Not hazel. Crimson. Like blood pooling beneath a slit throat. And he’s smiling. And he’s smiling.

As expected, we all wear black. We all look at Bob first, covered in black and purple--he wants to be the walking MANIA album. His hair, which he usually calls ‘waves of purple’, is joined with a black sleeveless shirt with the words ‘black’ written all over it in purple. Dark purple skinny jeans with the rips surrounded by a lighter shade of purple. Lastly, his black converse where he painted the Fall Out Boy logo on the sides. His face only got purple eyeliner.

"I dunno..." His voice was tinier now, his lips fuller, but that wasn't what caught Paris' attention. No. The male now had his hair in two pigtails, his white eyeliner outlining the area around his eyes with his light brown skin, and light red lipgloss on his lips. He also had on a black choker with a black and white varsity jacket, white crop top that had his nipples peeking out and baggy jean trousers with black and white converses.

Other than Cassius, he’s the most captivating guy I have ever laid eyes on. He stands tall, commanding attention with his imposing presence. His black tuxedo emphasizes his muscular physique, hinting at his immense physical strength and athleticism. The smooth fabric of his tuxedo adds to his undeniable charm. He opts for a timeless combination of a black tuxedo and a crisp white dress shirt, creating a striking contrast. This contrast brings out his flawless tan and highlights the captivating shade of his mesmerizing grayish-blue eyes and has my heart pounding in my chest. No one has ever made me feel this way but Cassius and I'm having a hard time figuring out what's going on.

The male shifts, a tall and broad figure replacing his wolf. He has dark hair that falls in long waves down to his shoulders, slightly tousled away from his face in a middle part. His black shirt is cut directly down the middle in a wide V, reaching just below his sternum and showing off the hard muscles under the thin fabric. His skin is a shade darker than mine, a nice even tan that compliments his darker features, like his lashes and brows. The most striking thing about him is two piercings, twin black hoops that fit snugly over his full bottom lip.

Zach stumbled and collapsed to the ground, then suddenly crawled over to my feet. “Coco, I’m sorry! It’s all my fault! Hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want, just don’t leave me, okay? “I know you’re mad at me, and that’s why you even walked away from the company we built together. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything. Just give me one more chance! “I already contacted the wedding planner. We’ve redesigned everything into a grand ceremony and included all your favorites. Come back with me and we’ll get married right away. Please!”

“Short for Elias, but I don’t mind if you stick to Eli.” He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward me with a casual grace that screamed confidence—or arrogance, depending on how you looked at it. His black turtleneck clung to his lithe body, paired with tailored slacks that gave him an effortless, polished look. He was a male stripper, I immediately put together. They had just been introduced to the club. “I do not feel like asking the story behind the puffy eyes and cavewoman look, so I would just say you are a lot shorter than I imagined,” He said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Coolies were seen carrying heavy bundles of luggage on their heads. People entered and exited the railway station although, everyone's eyes were shifted to a certain direction. In that certain direction was a tall slender man at the height of 190cm. He wore a faded grey colour jacket , with a black T-shirt. His ink black hair was a little bit messy but styled back in a short comb over. A black aviator sunglasses sat on his high nose as his thin lip had a shade of peach. His overall outer look was rough, tough, dominating and 'Dont mess with me'.