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I haven't gotten the well deserved sleep I need. I pulled my phone out and logged into kik. I quickly searched for his username there and instantly noticed that his display photo was a black grand piano. I sighed looking at it, I was expecting his display photo was a picture of himself. At least I'd know how he looks like. Then I stared at my own display photo which was a picture of me. I think it's unfair if he'll see my face and I won't see his. So I hurriedly changed my display photo into a picture of a cute kitten.

Hope you all enjoy this one as well! Frequently updates on my P*****n exclusively!✨ Follow me on i*******m as well for more exciting updates. User id : _ ._chaoticsoul_._ "Are you sure you're not coming to the party?" I asked my best friend who was now lying on my bed with her blonde hair spread out.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

The man asked me and I don't know if he was annoyed with me because I mistook him for a bartender or maybe he was just acting annoyed to make me feel nervous. "You look like my next mistake, Jake." I jokingly replied to him causing him to frown at me. Jake Andrich is also known as Jakipz, the online celebrity who's famous for his thirst trap photos, his pictures are all jack-off worthy. But Jake became more famous because of his OnlyFans account where he posts nude videos and photos. Jake Andrich was like a sex god, his body was so beautiful even if it was full of tattoos, but I think it suited him well. He is the perfect definition of the words, 'gentleman but somewhat rude' because his han

Once there, he takes a picture of a big tree and I take a picture of a very pretty yellow flower which I don't know the name of. "We put Red and Blue as nicknames?" I ask. "It's a bit too obvious, isn't it? Other people will see our profiles, they don't need to know which pack we are from." "That's right. But I don't have much of an idea." "I do." He taps on his phone then snatches mine out of my hand. He taps for a moment and then gives it back to me. "Sapphire?" "Yes, it's blue." I get a message on the app.

“What the—look at the leaderboards!” “Can somebody look at the rankings and confirm what I am seeing?” “What’s the fucking point? It’s always the same names that keep shuffling.” “Just look at it! Would you?” “Huh! Wait… Varun Bakshi is in second place?” “Oh Damn! Somebody broke Varun’s Record in the beginners' category!“ “Yeah!! but who is this dude?” “Phantom!!! I have never heard of his name…What clan is he from?” “Can’t you see it! He didn’t put anything regarding his clan.”

I grab my phone from the table, expecting some random notification. Instead, my stomach drops when I see the name on the screen. Unknown. My smile drops, there’s a message waiting for me. Unknown: Come over to the Black Estate. I stare at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Then another message appears. Unknown: Or I upload this video to the internet.

“What do you mean you don’t take pictures together? You’ve been dating for four months.” “She’s a private person honestly. She doesn’t like photos, Kira please don’t stress it.” “Okay, what about her social media? Let me see her I*******m.” Marcus typed something into his phone and handed it to Kira. She scrolled through the profile. Sophia Mitchell. The bio said Travel enthusiast. Dog lover. Living life. But there were no pictures of her. Just scenic backgrounds. Sunsets, coffee cups, city skylines, food. Not a single human face.

I don't know anyone from that pack or Tennessee. "This is Petra." Anton looks at me with concern, and I shrug as I put the phone on speaker. "I was wondering if I could meet with you. I have some information on what happened at the Mystic Moonlighters pack, but I think it's best we talk in person." Before I can say anything, Anton takes my phone.

An I*******m post. Not on Krystal’s old dusty account, the one that still had a picture of a cracked ceramic mug captioned “Somehow surviving finals.” No, this one was new. Verified. Clean aesthetic. Minimalist white backgrounds, coffee cups with latte art, hands with rings that looked too expensive to be rented. @k.huntertm—people didn’t even recognize it at first. Then came the whispers.