Novel & Cerita Xxxtentacion Dreads

Kylo is starting to snarl and put me behind him protectively. "Moja Laska, it's okay. This isn't a threat. No harm is going to come to me." He looks deep into my eyes. I am sure he wants to know what I called him. But he was more curious about the smoke. Drake appears from the smoke. Always dashing and flashy. True Lord of the vampires style. He is wearing a black suit with silver and red accents. His black hair slicked back. His eyes weren't red but a deep purple. Kylo is in shock by someone so flashy just appearing from red smoke in my bedroom. I am unfazed. He does this often.. "Always with the dramatics." I whisper and giggle at the same time, while watching Kylo's reaction.

Yuki. His hair was secured in a messy clip, a few strands falling down over his face. He wore no shoes, pajama bottoms, and a frayed hoodie that said "Coffee is My Spirit Animal." He blinked at the XO Team as if in a dream. "Uh. can I help you?" The stylist smiled and said, "You’ve been selected for a once-in-a-lifetime makeover experience by XO. Full treatment. Hair. Makeup. Wardrobe. Free of charge. Just say yes."

His jawline was strong, adding a touch of masculinity to his overall appearance. Drake had a penchant for dressing well, favoring outfits that struck a balance between professional and stylish. He often wore tailored suits that accentuated his broad shoulders and gave him an air of sophistication. His shirts were crisp, and his ties were always perfectly knotted. He believed in the power of presentation, understanding that the way he presented himself could impact how others perceived him. In more casual settings, he embraced a smart-casual look. He would often pair well-fitted jeans with button-down shirts, or don a classic polo shirt with a hint of sporty elegance. His choice of clothing r

Like completely. Thank god I shaved my legs. Xander pulled back a bit and stood up in front of me which made me wonder if this is how the poor ants feel when a person is standing beside them because it felt like it. His hair looked a mess on top of his hair as if he runs and tug on it too many times. He didn’t have a shirt on, his chest was naked to everyone’s eyes, the only things he had on was his grey pants and black boots. The moon made an excellent job to illuminate his honeyed eyes, two perfect orbs.

"An omega on the elite roster? Is the Council joking?" I ignored them, keeping my eyes fixed on the center mat. Standing at the edge of the grid, his hands tucked rigidly behind his back, was Creed. He had shed his tailored business suit for a sleeveless black tactical compression shirt that showed off the massive, scarred expanse of his shoulders.

The stylist, a young guy named Marcus, looks at my hair like it's a project he's excited to tackle. "So we're thinking a change but nothing too dramatic," Marcus says, running his fingers through my hair. "Something that frames your face better. Brings out your features. Maybe some layers? Some dimension with the color?" "Whatever you think," I say weakly. He grins. "Trust me. You're going to love it." Drey sits in the waiting area with his phone while Marcus works. I watch him in the mirror. He looks tense today. Different. Like something is bothering him but he won't say what.

Emma attempted to look solemn as they were on their way to chanel's show the next morning. Drake was wearing a dark green suit, a white button up and a black tie. He dressed like he was attending a business meeting, and not like he was heading for a fashion show.But as for Emma, she wore a grey Chanel two piece. She looked sexier than ever, and Drake definitely felt the same way.

Dre said and he nodded. "You look awful, you know. Whatever it is, I hope it isn't so bad" Xanthis said as he drove his car. Dre rested his throbbing head against the window, a small sigh leaving his lips. He was usually the big bad mafia boss who wasn't shaken by anything. But, right at this moment, Dre suddenly felt so small and helpless. They got out of the car as soon as they got to Xanthis' residence. He led him to his study and he sat down on the couch, burying his face in his hands.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

Four days later After many phone calls and a lot of planning from not only The Red Crest Pack and the Blue Moon pack, Jaxson, Dillion, Daniel and even Jared all have a plan put together to get his dad out of the pack house and to stop Jackie and Caleb from taking over the Red Crest pack and from killing Alpha James. They just need to wait for the other packs so they can all make their way to the Blue Moon Pack to stop the takeover.