Low Taper Fade Black Male Waves นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I must have looked out of my mind to anyone caring to look at me. ‘Please come back, Aditi,’ I said looking at the vast sea. The cool breeze became cooler and grew stronger. The clouds changed their hue. The sky in the western direction took on the colour of dark grey. There was a storm building up over the sea. The sea became choppy and the waters turned black and waves rose higher and came to shore more rapidly. The waves came to the shore with increasing frequency. I felt scared. I dislike storms. Their dark grey and black colours make me despondent.

The towel slides down his waist. "What?" ******************************************

I'm excited yet very intimidated by this job, so I take a deep breath and then ring the doorbell. "Ms. Warring? Hello, I'm Tristan Black. Pleased to meet you." "Hello, Mr. Black. P-Pleased to meet you as well. Please call me Jade." I stammer out. "Okay call me Tristan." He chuckles. Oh my God! He is gorgeous! I know the look on my face is of sheer amazement. He's tall and fit. He has on a black t-shirt and black khaki shorts, with black gym shoes trimmed in turquoise. He's wearing a black Detroit baseball cap. Although it's down slightly covering his face, I can still see that he is flawless! From behind I can tell he has a buzzed haircut. When he laughed, he flashed a set of perfect luminou

It's not black, but a cream white that boosts his complexion. I am so fucked.

His natural tanned skin looks so masculine and soft. His wavy and neatly cut hair is just as black as mine with a cute little curl on his forehead. He had hard angled brows and such thick eyelashes. My eyes traveled to his pink plump lips that looked so sweet and juicy. What the fuck? I cleared my throat. And he smirked at me, revealing his deep dimples, i almost melted into lava at the door. “Are you done violating me with your eyes.” He cut through the silence with his manly and attractive voice.

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.

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.

"Dark skies, dewy sands, that's the Gerly Mountain. How did it crumble?" He walked towards the riverbank, his hands moving into the waters. He sent me a glare, and I lowered my gaze to his hand; it was blazing, more like deteriorating. His sinister aura cloaked the air around us, choking me as I gasped for air. "You let out Vala, the ancient one. So you know what that means?" His eyes began to glow, the cloak falling off his body. Damn, he is hot. I mean, his broad chest definitely spelled 5-star gym coach, those well-sculpted abs dripping with sweat, those masculine arms tense and firm like he was going to grab me at any moment. He would make a good stripper, I must say.

Ethan seemed startled to see that I was calm. If it'd been before, I would have rushed in to grab him a towel and brew him a cup of coffee to warm him up. But now, I just stood there and watched him like he was a stranger who'd shown up uninvited. The silence dragged on until he finally spoke. "Are you still upset, Megan? Look, I brought your favorite macarons!" He reached into his bag and pulled out a soggy box ruined by the rain. The macarons inside were damp and crumbling.

Zaire sat two booths away with his teammates, all in their stupid matching red and black varsity jackets, laughing so obnoxiously loud over something that probably wasn't even funny. My heart literally skipped a beat the second my eyes found him. He had a fresh fade, and his dreadlocks were braided into double-strand twists, which looked so fucking good on him. His jawline was sharp, high cheekbones, and I couldn't help my eyes that slowly drifted down to his full pink lips.