Alastor Haircut Novels & Stories

And I did not expect the person when the door opened. Whoa! If this is Lucian Alastair, then the film and magazines have not done any justice at all. I saw a fine specimen of almost 6 feet. His hair was black and sticking up attractively, and so his dark eyes. God! Girls would die to get such eyelashes. And did I miss out on the perfect jawline and the lips? The black Khaki and white button-up shirt hugged him perfectly. He was standing stiff with his hand still on the doorknob.

I secure my black leather Apple Watch around my wrist, its sleek band wrapping snugly, a subtle nod to both functionality and fashion. My hair, a deep chestnut brown, is cropped close at the sides, adding a sharp contrast to the textured layers that crown the top of my head. Despite the deliberate styling, a few rebellious bangs persistently brush across my forehead, softening the angles of my face and adding a touch of youthful nonchalance to my otherwise meticulously assembled appearance.

he said with his voice echoing around. "I know, my Lord. I'll bring you a sacrifice as soon as I learned every detail about my twin's identity," I assured him. ___ Alister got me a photo of Rosalie. Well, she got skinnier and she has short hair. Time to change my style, I guess. I asked Alister to get me a barber and gym equipment so I could start with my fitness already. I also copied her makeup. I never knew that a woman like her will tend to be into makeup. Gross.

Anastasia swore she heard the echoes of evil witch-like cackling as her eyebrows were mercilessly plucked against her will. She endured a series of waxing, manicures, pedicures, and a few rounds of creams she didn’t even recognize being applied to her face. Every moment she wanted to cry, but her two evil captors were grinning ear to ear and keeping her firmly in their clutches. Now it was time for the haircut and Anastasia yelled, “I am not getting a haircut! I love my long hair!” Adeline waved her hands dismissively. “We won’t shorten your length but seriously, when was the last time you got a trim?”

He’s wearing a coffee filter as a hat, and someone drew a pirate’s eye patch, scars and a scruffy beard across his face. The guilty party is lying passed out on the floor nearby clutching a sharpie. Exhibit B. Alastaire’s fingers are stained black where they grip the marker. His burnished blonde halo of hair is messed up and lopsided in a way he’d never let it be while awake. He’s lying on his back, smiling that devilish angel’s grin of his, the very picture of rakish, aristocratic charm even in his sleep. Exhibit C.

He never really paid much attention to the mirror, there really was no need. But seeing himself 3d, forced his eyes to pick on everything. The most prominent was his hair. It had definitely outgrown itself, nestling just at the mid of his neck. He was also much tanned which was something he never though he could achieve with the sultry grey skies that were more than common to them. The moment was short lived cause Alaster was back in his baby form, luckily having fallen back onto the couch. Alex scratched his head, sighing, his minds a bustle. He chewed the inner of his lip, arms crossing over his chest.

Her face had just been used as a hole to ram thick disgusting meat in and out of it until she was finally forced to either swallow or be sprayed by their white smelly goo. “Take it off and see how it looks,” Alastor said, making her look up at him with her curious brown eyes. The look, her faltering nervous touch and the aura of innocence that she radiated almost made Alastor want to skip this part and take her instead but he persevered and stood still feeling his cock be freed from its encasement.

"Yesh. Mwaybe thwat's it." "What 'that's it' do you mean, your highness?" Alesteria snapped out of her thoughts as the maid asked her while holding a hairbrush, looking at her confused as to what she is saying. Alesteria immediately became flustered. "A-Ah! N-Nothwing! I was jwust saying I wike the haiwstwayl!" The maid grinned at Alesteria after hearing her praise and finished her styling off with a butterfly clip on the side of her hair, the back was a waterfall braid that look like flowing gold because of her blonde hair.

“ You think this is funny?” His brows arched. “ Kind of. What the hell is your problem Gab? Your son only wants to cut his hair. Why are you so pissed?” “ Well,” my lips twitched. “One, he have this hair since he was four. Two, he looks so good with it.” Allistori got up from his chair. He craned his neck and stretched his arm. I was wondering if he had enough sleep, considering I kept him awake last night. “ Don’t look at my body. I felt so sexually harassed.”

Nodding once, he let his brother pull him away into the crowd. “Damn,” Lucien quipped. “Remind me never to piss you off.” “He only wanted to put his tongue to good use,” Ronin had a knowing expression on his face. “I can always get mine pierced if that’s what you’re into, sweet paionía.” Liora rolled her eyes. She was Luna–desired by many, but she couldn’t let people keep the misconception that they could have her. Her scowl returned when Alpha Alastor came up to greet them. His blond hair was bundled in a messy bun on the top of his head, his beige fitted shirt tucked into his army green cargo pants.