Tattooed “Black Alien” Can’t Find Job Due To His Looks, Here’s What He Looked Like Before.

Anthony claims that despite making several remarkable changes, such as removing his upper lip earlier this year, he believes he has only achieved 34 percent of his desired transformation.

Anthony has been involved in extreme body modifications for more than ten years, taking risks such as getting eyeball tattoos that put his vision in danger temporarily.

He was so determined to explore new frontiers that he decided to surgically remove both his ears and split his tongue in order to achieve an otherworldly look.

Anthony traveled around the world for his different transformations, getting medical procedures in other countries because they are not allowed in France. He went to Spain last year to have his nose surgically removed.

His face looks textured and defined due to the dermal implants that enhance his facial features, creating lines on his cheekbones.

Anthony, with his impressive following of 718,000 on his Instagram account called the Black Alien Project, continues to amaze his audience. He constantly surprises them with his unwavering dedication to transforming his physical appearance.

In a picture after his surgery, Anthony proudly displayed his newest project, an “alien claw,” revealing a bloody scar on his hand that had been stitched up. He captioned it with “I cultivate my inner tranquility.”

Anthony’s daring changes often stir up mixed reactions, with some praising his boldness while others remain skeptical.

A commentator said, “This is unsettling and intriguing at the same time. I don’t believe I could embark on such a path, but I salute you for pursuing your aspirations.”

Another congratulated Anthony, stating, “Congratulations on moving forward with the project. it is incredibly wonderful.”

Yet, critics also chimed in, with one claiming., “Blatant disrespect to those that are unfortunate to have lost limbs and look for ways to function as the human body should.”

Anthony stays committed to his transformation journey despite the different responses he receives, a journey he has been enthusiastic about since he was young.

“I experienced a pivotal moment during my time as a security guard,” He revealed to the French newspaper Midi Libre in 2017.“I came to the realization that I wasn’t leading the life I truly desired. At the age of 24, I made the radical decision to leave everything behind and embark on a journey to Australia. Over time, it has become second nature, almost instinctual, for me to constantly envision and strategize my plans for the upcoming months.”

"My husband threw divorce paper in my face in front of his pregnant mistress and told me to sign quietly before security escorted me out.

"My husband threw divorce papers in my face in front of his pregnant mistress and told me to sign quietly before security escorted me out.

His fatal mistake?
He thought I was the one who needed him.
The papers slapped against my chest before sliding to the floor.
For a second, no one moved.
I stood in the center of the dining hall, surrounded by expensive chandeliers, imported paintings, and people who had spent years pretending to tolerate me.
At the head of the table sat my husband, Lucas, leaning back like a king delivering judgment.
Beside him was Sophie.
His mistress.
Her hand rested over her pregnant belly while she wore the victorious smile of someone who thought she had already won.
Next to them sat my father-in-law, Richard, swirling a glass of whiskey like this was entertainment.
My mother-in-law, Helen, didn’t even bother hiding her disgust.
“Sign it,” Helen said coldly. “This family has wasted enough time on you.”
I lowered my eyes to the papers.
Divorce settlement.
No alimony.
No assets.
No claims.
Just silence and exile.
Lucas smirked.
“Take the offer, Isabella.”
His voice was smooth. Controlled.
Cruel.
“You should be grateful I’m making this easy.”
Sophie let out a soft laugh.
“She really thought she belonged here.”
I looked at her.
She smiled wider.
“You know what your problem is?” she said. “You forgot your place.”
Richard chuckled.
“She was never one of us.”
Those words should have hurt.
Years ago, they would have.
Three years of humiliation.
Three years of whispers.
Three years of being treated like decorative furniture.
They thought I stayed because I was weak.
Because I had nowhere else to go.
Because marrying Lucas saved me.
What they never understood…
Was that I wasn’t trapped.
I was waiting.
Waiting for the right moment.
Waiting for them to show me exactly who they were.
And tonight—
They finally did.
Lucas tapped the papers.
“Sign.”
I said nothing.
Helen’s patience snapped.
“What are you waiting for?”
Lucas leaned forward.
“Don’t make this ugly.”
I slowly bent down and picked up the documents.
My fingers brushed across the signature line.
Then I smiled.
Small.
Calm.
Dangerous.
Lucas narrowed his eyes.
“What’s funny?”
I looked up.
“You really think this ends with me walking away?”
Sophie laughed.
“Oh, please.”
I placed the papers on the table.
Unsigned.
Then I removed my wedding ring.
The diamond caught the chandelier light.
I set it down between us.
Click.
The sound was tiny.
Yet somehow it silenced the entire room.
Lucas’s jaw tightened.
“Enough games.”
I met his stare.
“No, Lucas.”
My voice stayed perfectly steady.
“The game just ended.”
Richard scoffed.
“You’re bluffing.”
I pulled my phone from my purse.
Tapped once.
Sent one message.
Then locked the screen.
Lucas crossed his arms.
“What did you just do?”
I tilted my head.
“Check your accounts.”
Helen frowned.
Lucas grabbed his phone.
Annoyed.
Then confused.
Then pale.
He refreshed the screen.
Again.
Again.
“No…”
His voice cracked.
Richard snatched his own phone.
His whiskey glass slipped from his hand and shattered.
“What the hell is this?”
Sophie’s smile vanished.
Lucas shot to his feet.
“What did you do?!”
I rose slowly.
Straightened my dress.
And for the first time in years, I stopped making myself smaller.
I became exactly who I was.
“You spent years bragging about your empire,” I said.
I stepped closer.
“So let me clarify something.”
My gaze locked on Lucas.
“You never built that empire.”
Silence.
I could hear breathing.
Nothing else.
I continued.
“The investors you impressed?”
I smiled.
“They were mine.”
Richard’s face drained of color.
“The emergency capital that saved your company two years ago?”
I paused.
“That was mine too.”
Lucas shook his head.
“No… impossible.”
I almost pitied him.
Almost.
Then I delivered the truth.
“My family bought controlling interest in your company four years ago.”
Helen whispered—
“No…”
I gave a soft laugh.
“You thought you married a desperate woman.”
I stepped toward the door.
“But you married the majority owner.”
Behind me, Lucas’s voice broke.
“Isabella—wait.”
I stopped.
Not because of him.
Because I wanted him to hear every word.
Without turning around, I said—
“As of thirty seconds ago…”
I glanced at my watch.
“…you no longer own your company.”
Lucas staggered backward.
Sophie grabbed his arm.
“What is happening?!”
I opened the front door.
Cold air rushed inside.
Outside, a convoy of black vehicles waited.
My assistant stepped forward.
“Ma’am, the board is ready.”
Behind me—
Panic exploded.
“Isabella!”
“Please wait!”
“Let’s talk!”
I smiled.
Still not turning around.
Then I said the final words they would remember forever.
“You should have asked who was really signing tonight.”
I walked out.
And behind me—
Their empire began to collapse.
CHAPTER 2 IN THE COMMENTS 🔥

I woke up at 3:12 a.m. and reached for my pregnant wife… but her side of the bed was empty. Moments later, I walked into the kitchen and caught my mother doing something so cruel that the entire house fell silent after I reacted.

I woke up at 3:12 a.m. and reached for my pregnant wife… but her side of the bed was empty. Moments later, I walked into the kitchen and caught my mother doing something so cruel that the entire house fell silent after I reacted.

PART 1

For months, something toxic had been growing inside our home.

Whenever I was around, my mother smiled politely.

My pregnant wife, Anna, forced herself to smile back.

But the moment I left the room, everything changed.

Day by day, Anna became quieter. She stopped joining us for meals whenever my mother was there. She stopped wearing the dresses she once loved. Eventually, she even stopped asking me for help, as though speaking up would only make things worse.

Every time I asked what was wrong, she gently rested a hand on her belly and whispered,

"Please... don't fight with your mother because of me."

I should have recognized that sentence for what it really was—a desperate cry for help.

My mother had convinced herself that Anna had stolen me from her.

"She controls you."

"She turned you against your own family."

"Now she thinks carrying your baby makes her the queen of this house."

I kept telling myself it was only jealousy.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

That night, I woke up without knowing why.

The digital clock read 3:12 a.m.

I reached across the bed.

Empty.

Then I heard it.

The sound of running water.

A ceramic plate shattering against the floor.

And beneath it all... a muffled sob.

My heart started pounding.

I rushed down the hallway toward the kitchen.

The moment I stepped inside, my blood ran cold.

My mother stood behind Anna with one hand tangled in her hair, forcing her toward the sink while my wife—nine months pregnant—scrubbed dishes under freezing water.

Anna's hands trembled violently.

Her sleeves were soaked.

Tears streamed silently down her face.

Then my mother leaned close and whispered with a smile that chilled me to the bone.

"Your husband is asleep."

"Let's see who protects you now."

Anna looked up first.

Our eyes met.

She didn't say a single word.

She didn't have to.

My mother slowly turned around and saw me standing in the doorway.

For the first time in my life...