Anime Hair Ahoge Novels & Stories

Seige POV "Ohayo Aya-kun! Breakfast is ready!" A cute guy said. He smiled at me and reached my hand "I'm Yachi! The cutest one of all HAHAHA" He smiled widely i was about to speak when the door burst open. "Who said you're the cutest!? It's me! Bakaaa" he sticked his tongue out. I laughed at the sight of them, they're so cuteee. The guy faced me and reached his hand "I'm Yuri! Pleased to meet you!" He also smiled at me widely. I smiled back at them. They're so kind.

Neu and Ageru were so shocked when they see it. Neu says to Nimura "You draw this? Are you kidding me? It's was way too good than what did I expect!" Nimura shook his head disagree with what did Neu says. He says to Neu "I don't think that so. It's not good as what did you draw." Neu didn't agree with it. He says to Nimura " No, At least that was what that you can do. as for me and Hikari, we never draw a real person. we just draw the Anime character. So, it was great for you!" Nimura just smiled at them.

A middle-aged man with his clear colored eyes and brown-colored hair that looks nice is facing Aahva right now. “Oouhh, you look very nice today. I didn’t expect you to be here with those clothes. Where did you steal those suits?” Laugh Aahva. “I Just come, and you just ask that? Heh heh, you really never change Aahva.” The brown-colored hair man named Aimer who was Aahva’s co-worker. Even though their age is almost the same, but the differences are too obvious. Aimer’s face looks younger than Aahva, like he is as young as Abelard. Aahva also has a thicker moustache than Aimer.

I asked. "Ah..." He began awkwardly and let go of me before moving back a little. "It's nothing." "It's not nothing, Hig. It looks like it hurt." He held my hand and kissed the back of my palm. "It doesn't hurt anymore so, don't worry." I heard someone giggle and I looked around his shoulder at the older woman stood behind him. She was short with straight, brown hair that was tied in a bun. She wore a grey suit and I couldn't help but notice that she resembled Higan quite a bit.

Sophie asked her fake smile drawing wider which had a hiss almost slip. Sophie is one of Angela's friends we bumped into in the cafe we stopped by to grab a snack and I have to say, she's as irritating as the makeup she has on her face. She is a wolf too but from the southern pack. "Yes." "I have heard a lots about you, I'm sorry for not being able to make it to your wedding, I had--" I cut her off saving her the trouble of having to lie to me. "It's fine it was nice meeting you but it's been a long day for me I need" I paused sharing a look with Angela who seemed to have understood my situation.

“You’re trying to say you’re more observant than me.” His presence was heavy behind me, his sinister aura pinning me to one position. If only I had my sword with me, I’d be able to slice the current and move away. Now I could only whimper in despair and let him speak like a twisted Alpha. “You’re silent.” I felt his hand on my waistline, searching and moving along the waistband. “Alpha Ryu…” “Such a nice armor, don’t you think?” His hand moved up to my abdomen, making slight turns on the position where my belly button was. “You know, in the deadly Fang pack, you’d need a million General currency to get such profound armor.”

Aiomi looks differently from his brother. He has this clean cut blond hair , with tantalizing ocean blue eyes, he also has a tanned skin and he's taller than Hikaru, on the other hand, Hikaru has black long hair, which is tied neatly. He has this charismatic deep amber eyes, his complexion is pale yet you could see his cheeks are a bit pinkish. Both of them has pink lips and good looking. In my opinion, Aiomi is older than his brother. Why did I say so? Because of how Aiomi scolded him.

When the rhyme vanished, a small window appeared next to the oven. There were five tabs above it. The first tab had a hair icon, the second a face, the third a torso, the fourth a sun wearing shades and the fifth a shirt. Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis…

Humans were open to diseases like crazy anyway. “No worries,” Zhao rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “Just…lost in thought.” He forced a smile, the muscles in his cheeks unfamiliar with the movement. It’s been years remember? “Your hair is so cool!” the boy exclaimed, unfazed by Zhao’s strained demeanor. “Like Gojo! Do you know Gojo? He’s my favorite anime character!” he seemed to peruse Zhao once again and shook his head. “No, I don’t think you are an anime character. Are you a spy?”