Alastor Haircut Novels & Stories

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

Lana offered her the pair of scissors. "Thank you!" She took a few sections of his hair and cut them evenly. The strands fell over to the floor gently. She continued the creature's makeover. She intended to keep his long hair since it was beautiful on him, however, she trimmed a few portions which seemed off. She then tied his hair after her final touches. After the session, Asty asked the creature to turn around. He did. The hair covering his front was removed thus revealing a pale-faced man with a sharp, calm look. His lips were pursed in a straight line and his brows were angled, hinting his discomfort.

His twin just laugh at us. "Wow just hope, sorry I don't date my fans." I said and before he can speak again the office door opens and Alaister went out with Hugo?Right it’s Hugo. I feel the tension between them hmm look likes there will be a war everyday. " Hi Alaister Hi handsome!," Alaister pulled me "Byeeeeeeee" I said to the three guy before we walked away. Shit my arms ache they had been pulling me . We got inside the Comfort rooms and Alaister locked the door. "Where's your wig? Ah no need" and she also removed her wig and let her natural blonde hair.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

Those eyes, paired with his strong, chiseled jawline, gave him an aura of both danger and allure, a potent combination that stirred emotions deep within her. Azazel's hair was meticulously slicked back, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Every strand seemed to be perfectly in place, a testament to his meticulous attention to detail. The dark locks gleamed under the streetlights, casting an ethereal glow around him. Olivia felt a tug at her heartstrings as she resisted the temptation to reach out and run her fingers through that perfectly styled hair.

Is that the reason why his pale face is covered in Blush? Who could the unlucky bumpkin be? “Heyyy…Heyyy..Heyyy..Earth to Alastor….Earth To Alastor..” I called and he immediately snapped out of his so called trance. Instead of his ungrateful self to thank me for breaking that chain, he wanted to bite my arm off, could you imagine. My arm. I snapped it away from him, I mean, how would I drill into girl pussy's without my fingers? “Woah! Did you become more animalistic?” I asked and his glare doubled.

and as it was about to arrive, Grace's steps slowed down. "You have an appointment tonight?" asked Grace watching Al from head to toe. He wore a soft, short-sleeved shirt paired with black pants. this was also the first time Grace had seen Al style his hair to reveal his forehead. As long as Grace had known him he'd only had one hairstyle. Where bangs always cover her forehead. According to Grace, the man's appearance was too neat to pick her up. "No." Al shook his head as he looked at his own appearance. "Why? Do I look handsome?" asked Al then looked at Grace while playing with his eyebrows.

A figure stepped out from behind a tree. Tall. Broad-shouldered. White hair tied back. Alastor Veyr. He smiled, slow and easy, like we were old friends meeting for tea. "I've been expecting you," he said.

His hawk eyes watched closely as they completed their task, never once acknowledging my presence; not that I was complaining. “Stop! Stop! What are you doing? I explicitly told you not to touch the brown crates, yet here you are lugging it in here as if it belongs to you!” Alaster spat at the lanky man before him, literally bathing the man in his saliva as he got his point across. I had to give the man props for not flinching away from Alaster’s erratic behaviour, his hair was matted to his forehead, his suit was dishevelled and his eyes were bloodshot; he appeared completely unhinged.

Napatitig ang dalaga rito. Halata sa mukha ng lalaki na may lahi dahil sa asul na mga mata nito. He has this messy taper fade haircut. Matangos na ilong at mapupulang basang labi na parang nangaakit na 'to ay halikan.