Seventeen Kprofiles Novels & Stories

His profile showed he had two older brothers and two older sisters, so that wasn't an unlikely conclusion. Damn, the man was gorgeous. Six foot four according to his profile, he was slim and sexy with dark brown hair showing just a hint of coppery highlights. He wore it a little long, and it waved back from his sleekly sculpted face, showing off a pair of stunning hazel eyes under thick brows and lush dark lashes. Clearly Compu-Cupid's computer matching software had more than a few glitches in the programming. He was way out of her league.

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Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge. They were about to give up when they found him. His profile name was simply "Leo." There was no picture of his face, just a shot of his torso lean, defined, with a light dusting of dark hair and a picture of his hands, resting on his knee. Long, capable fingers. His bio was short and to the point: "Confident, respectful, and discreet. I understand the dynamic. I'm here to enhance your experience, not complicate it."

I created a quick profile, put up a blurry photo that showed my body but not my face, and wrote a simple bio: “21, horny, need to be used tonight. No names. No drama. Just rough sex.” I hit post and waited, heart beating fast.

• Vantae Keats: V is an eighteen-year-old boy who lives with his cousin and uncle. He has slightly wavy dark brown hair and prefers to keep a mullet. MBTI type: ENFP. He may be a recognized Extrovert, but this young man hates mingling with people. He's 179 cm tall (5'10 ft), weighing 62 kgs (139 lbs). Has one monolid and one double lid and a damn cute boxy smile. Favorite color: Grey. Zodiac: Capricorn. My boy hates coffee but is down for hot cocoa anytime. Vantae doesn't have the rock-hard abs like most protagonists but instead adorns a lean shape. He's brave and strong with a fighting spirit. With no parents to shield him, he was brought up by his cousin, Asa. Not to forget his best friend

Then Seventeen came out after changing his clothes. “Uncle Seventeen is so handsome!” Adrian’s said and his eyes lit up when he saw Seventeen. The black was very suitable for Seventeen, just like the darkness which was not so dazzling, but it was mature, making it hard for people to look away. RK also came out after he change his clothes. RK rarely wore casual clothes, he usually wore a suit. She felt that RK was much more handsome in casual clothes than in a suit, and it was not so difficult for others to get close to him.

She tapped on his username. Kai Rivera. 27. Freelance photographer and graphic designer. His profile was full of moody, high-quality shots — rainy city streets at night, dramatic portraits, and occasional gym selfies that showed off his tall, athletic build, tattoos snaking down one arm, and sharp, intense features. Dark hair, strong jaw, and eyes that seemed to stare straight through the screen. She replied to his comment: laravale: “Dangerous how? 😌” He responded almost immediately.

Jesse had learned some more interesting facts about K. She was originally from Augusta, Maine. She loved riding horses, and grew up in a horse ranch. She was raised solely by her mom and her grandparents, growing up without a father. Her mom didn't really tell her what happened to her dad. And when she was still a kid, she was actually made to think that her father was Cat Stevens. K went on to tell a funny story when she was just six, her class had a parents show-and-tell at school. Being that she didn't have a father to bring to school, she brought her mom's Cat Stevens Moon Shadow vinyl instead - the one with the black and white photo of his young, beautiful face on the album cover, just

They get referenced. Frozen. I don’t want that. The work isn’t done becoming. Neither am I. Another moment clarifies things. Someone external asks for a profile. A piece that would center my story. My arc. My leadership. It’s flattering. And wrong. I decline. Instead, we suggest a piece on process without protagonists. They hesitate. Then agree. The final piece is quieter. More complex. Less shareable. And truer. The response is mixed. Some love it. Some don’t get it.