Xxxtentacion Dreads Novels & Stories

I went straight to the shower and took a quick bath, but my mind wasn’t in it. It kept replaying everything. Her face. That video. The night everything fell apart. My hands moved over my belly again. “We’re ending this today,” I whispered. After bathing, I stepped out wrapped in a towel, then went to the bowel to brush my teeth, wash my face, and do my routine. When I stepped into the walk-in closet, Dre was already dressed. And the sight of him made me pause. Completely. Black suit. Tailored to perfection. Crisp white shirt underneath, the top buttons undone just enough to make him look less corporate… but no less intimidating.

**LIA** After my refreshing shower, I opted for a comfortable travel outfit. I donned a pair of grey cargo pants and a black crop hoodie, ideal for the impending flight. I secured my hair into a ponytail, with plans to release it later. Tying it up initially saved me from the trouble of constantly managing it. As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but notice the mild disarray. Even though room service would eventually tidy it up, my compulsive nature got the best of me. I embarked on an impromptu room-cleaning session after I packed my travel bag and placed it beside Drex's. My curiosity about Drex's whereabouts nagged at me. It was unusual for him to be away for so long, and even tho

Not because I was sad, but because of how badly it hurt. “I never expected to see you here, Daxxy!” her black hair was pixie cut with jean shorts and a black flowy tank top. I could see her tattoo down her arm. It was a crest moon shaped dream catcher with lines down that ended into shapes of birds. If my education is correct, this should be the Black Hawk Coven. “I never figured I would be down here, but I am on business.” I heard Dax say before I turned around. “This is Ben, Samuel, Duke Jason and Pr-”

Nothing goes unnoticed when you have experienced trauma like that. I take a moment to look at Dax, he’s tall, well built, dark blue eyes, dark hair, cut exceptionally short so he doesn’t have to style it. I believe his words were, “Who has the time to style hair? I can just jump in and out of the shower, dress and leave in 10mins tops, 5mins if it’s not a date.” I chuckle to myself.

He asked. I nodded my head looking away, why am I being so shy now. "Okay," he nodded and only cream the hair. He didn't even try so much but he already look so hot. He pick up one of the dark shades from the dressing table and put it on. "Are you ready? Let's go" Fuck.i just noticed that I had wet my panties. ********************* Everything about Drayce speaks dominance and sexy, from the way he handled the steering wheel to the way he gave command to his subordinate and the way his adams apple bobbled when he swallowed.

He repeats once I come to a stop. The truth is that if anyone looks incredible, it’s Drake. His raven hair is slicked back, and his strong jaw is clean shaven for once. He smells like oakmoss and sea salt, and he fills out his velvet-lined dinner jacket so completely I worry the seams might burst.

"Who's this little fellow?" Beth's large eyes glance in my direction. Dax looks like a skinhead reject, which is kind of what he is. He's wearing a black leather vest minus the club emblem, jeans that have seen better days, chains that hang down for God only knows what purpose, and biker boots that can stomp some serious ass complete the picture. He's grown his hair out and it's tied back to keep it out of his face. His closely cropped beard gives him a sinister appearance. My lips quirk because it's a great disguise. The man is pure baby daddy now. "Um, this is Carson," Beth replies when I give her no help.

I wasn’t expecting company so early in the morning, especially not in my bedroom. “I hope you slept well, my sweet little mate,” Xaden’s smooth voice melted into my ear. He was dressed in a pair of grey slacks, with a lavender dress shirt tucked into his waistband, the normal attire for someone who was mostly all business. It wasn’t the normal school uniform, but something told me that Xaden was above that rule. What made me stutter—and my heart jump—was the unruliness of his hair. Normally it would be slicked back, up, and away from his face. But today, his black hair lays over his head in soft waves, stopping right at his eyebrows.

Neveah! I got dressed in short Denims and a florescent green vest, black skinny jeans and I placed my hair into two twin tails. I looked around for shoes but I wanted something new to wear today and I shoved my phone into my pocket and put my light blue and white Beat headphones around my neck and went into Xavier's room. I didn't bother knocking and just entered. He was in a white graphic polo shirt with a gold skull at the back, black skinny jeans and black Timberlands. I went into his closet. I looked around and then came across a cool pair of white Timberlands.

People were drinking alcohol while sitting outside—the music from the place listening to Tupac music in the middle of the street. They were being new to the area. Neighbors were curious to know who these new people were and who had moved in. The guy had short hair, dark skin, and a scar and on the neck was a number written on his neck twenty-six and a dollar sign next to it. The other guy, about 5.4ft with dreads, wore Adidas greyish tracksuit pants with a white vest. He had a snake around the dragon tattoo; below that tattoo was another tattoo saying barely visible. "what ugly tattoo is that?'