Xxxtentacion Dreads Novels & Stories

I dug through my drawer until I found the dress I’d bought on a dare last summer, black, stretchy, cut so low in the front it barely qualified as clothing and so short it was basically a suggestion. I slid it on. No bra. No panties. Just skin and attitude because I was home alone anyway. I was twisting my hair into a messy knot when the guest room door creaked open down the hall. He stepped out like he owned the place. Tall, same six three Adrian carries like a threat. Hair wet, dyed a deep violet that caught the light, dripping onto shoulders cut from the same blueprint as my stepdad’s. Abs stacked tight, a faint scar snaking over one rib. Towel slung low on his hips, another in his hand sc

He had shaggy brown hair and forest brown eyes, and a laidback aura reveling all around him. The most noticeable thing from him would be his lime green scarf around his neck, covering his nose and mouth. He almost looked 20 or even 25 to be in high school. To Scarlett, he seemed more of a crackhead enthusiast or maybe he was already stoned. "Just call me Danté." He introduced himself with a procrastinate energy. Behind the shaggy brunette was a teen boy with short blonde hair. Rather buff for his age. He had hazel brown eyes, and a stubble body, wearing a jacket over his quite muscular figure. "Gadiel, nice to meet you." Scarlett nodded back in acknowledgment.

I grin, he smiles, kissing me again as I grab come concealer and mascara, just adding a little bit to the places that were discoloured, I finish with mascara and throw my hair up into a messy bun and I quickly get dressed. “You look beautiful” Drake grins as I step out of the bathroom, he was on his phone on the bed, already dressed in dark jeans, black boots and a white shirt. He looked Devine. My stomach starts to rumble, my face flares slightly at the noise. I was absolutely starving, and suddenly tired again. “The only thing about getting a good sleep means my body wants more. I’m so hungry and tired. What are we shopping for? Will it take long?”

Much later, I finally came out, my stuff bag in hand and the other spare hand struggling to fix my loosened hair into the bun. I walked towards the car, where Drayton and Caspian stood leaning against the black ride. My eyes scanned the front yard till they stopped on Xurion. He stood off, away from the duo, like he exempted himself. His hands dug deep into his pockets. His black bag slung across his shoulder over his chest. “I'll get that milady,” Drayton leaned in, took my bag and winked at me playfully. His hair a mix of creamy white strands and a little black, was held in place with a black headband.

Her voice was soft, hoping Nia would understand, but her friend only sighed and shook her head, eventually letting it go. A little while later, Xavier arrived. As soon as he entered, he stood out, even in his simple attire. He wore a loose dark blue t-shirt paired with jeans, and despite the casual look, he managed to pull it off effortlessly, exuding a calm, confident energy. His hair was styled in that carefree way he often wore it, and yet he still looked as charming as ever.

She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going. "Becky the daredevil!" Steve chanted excitedly. That was her name, and she was proud of it. Steve looked at Becca and Demitri, smirking. He then whispered something into Kendra's ear. Kendra laughed and Becca started regretting her choice.

xxx After slipping on a mini off shoulder short dress, I tied my hair into a nicer bun, applying a small amount of make up and hurried my way downstairs, my black lace heels clicking loudly as I made my way. We all hurried outside and I met Draven, who was now wearing a suit as well, his now grown dark hair slicked back as well. Draven looked different, now that his hair had grown, but in a good way, of course. Hell, who am I kidding, seeing his disheveled dark hair that went way too well with his icy blue eyes made me melt everytime. But now that he's been avoiding me ever since the "incident", I never got a chance to take a better look at him, nor have a decent conversation. It's as if, ev

As soon as my head hits the pillow I fall asleep immediately. I am awakened by the knocking on the door, I rub my eyes and hear voices downstairs. I pull back the covers and go into the bathroom to wash my face and teeth. There are even new toothbrushes. I look up at the mirror and run my hand over my messy hair. I am really not a morning person. I want to open the door, but I realize I'm only wearing a t-shirt, I'm completely naked underneath. I look at the overflowing drawers, I let out a sigh and go to choose a floral dress, with lace panties, it's exactly my size. The dress is bare at the level of the shoulders, I put sandals and I go down. I see an older man sitting on the couch and Dra

If the size and depth were not suitable, the game would not be caught. Dake wiped the sweat off his forehead. He wasn't wearing clothes at the moment, just loose knee-length pants. Her hair was shoulder length, a bit of dreadlocks because she deliberately did not comb them. He said it was a trendy style, even though it was quite foreign among the pack members. "It's not our fault," he said. “We didn't know you would come and join us. Oh, or is it precisely because we have to take care of you that we have to postpone holding this celebration.”

Panic flares hot through my chest, and a hysterical breakdown threatens to overwhelm me. If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d actually appreciate how attractive Xander is. He has longish, dark brown hair, and strands fall over his forehead, making him look like one of the bad boys Papa Rocky Ace always warned me about. His eyes are brown with golden flecks giving me the impression he’s a jokester. He’s not dressed in a suit like Olga’s other guards but is wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and boots. There are tattoos on the back of his hands running all the way up his forearms, where I can see his veins snaking beneath his skin.