Ash Ketchum Hair Novels & Stories

"You can turn around now." Alex took off his jacket and laid it on the bathroom counter before it got wet from washing Ash hair. Rolling up his sleeves, Alex squats down on his knees combing his fingers through Ash hair. Ash hummed at the feeling of being groomed. Ash is still dazed from his heat, but he was coming down some with the help of the water.

She froze when she saw the man sitting there, staring at the windshield with the wipers moving. Shit. Aslan had changed so much. He was now incredibly muscular, and his hair had grown a bit longer, completely different from the crew cut he used to have. He only got his hair trimmed when his mom took him to the town barber. Since then, the two of them had regularly gone out for haircuts. Or, was it really a "cut"? Now she realized that his hair wasn’t straight at all—it was curly. He looked at her, raising his thick eyebrows, and Alexa was caught off guard, swallowing nervously.

Isamu, who has red hair and golden brown eyes, rocked a street punk look and exuded an electrical magnetic charm. Tadashi, who has orange hair and oblivion black eyes, looked at home in his simple black shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots. Hansuke, who has light brown hair and hazel eyes, looked cute in his hoodie, trousers, and sneakers. Eiichi, who has purple hair and indigo eyes, looked suave in his V-neck long-sleeved shirt, long pants, and classy shoes. Tatsuya, who has green hair and turqoise eyes, looked smart in his woolen vest with a shirt underneath, long pants, and working shoes.

Alex takes the chance to look around the room, searching for clues about Kir's connection to Asher. He stops when he spots a picture laid face down. Alex lifts up the photo for a look. He sees a tall man in his teens with hair that looked similar to flames except it was silver instead of yellow. Alex studies the photo for a moment and notices a name in the corner: Asher at age seventeen.

I said flatly, adjusting my backpack. “Seriously, though,” Alisha said, a small, sly grin on her face. “You realize how lame you are, right? Shaun would never waste his time on someone like you.” She tucked a piece of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. She’d dyed it a pale blonde color, but didn’t do it right, so it looked more dirty blonde. I thought it looked cheap, but her friends raved about how cute it was.

All these things I already know about Sinful, yet it still crashes over me like wave that I may have possibly stepped into a trap. The next surprise to contest the former, is this utter stranger looking down at me. He definitely adds sense to the strange in that word. In some off sense, he reminds me of Fate, and maybe on a far stretch, Fate. That relation is probably due to his hair. Unlike Fate's extraordinary cobalt blue strands, the colour of this man's hair is a brilliant silver with the slightest undertone of minty green. At least that's what I assume it is, considering I can hardly look at it for too long without feeling like I'm breaking an unknown law. Back in the Desire Pack, I wou

What remained of her clothes was beginning to hang about her petite frame. Even Chase has lost weight, not that he was bulky to begin with. But he was still so sexy, she thought. His hair is long and curly and the sun had bleached it to auburn tones which she found attractive. Not to mention his beard. It suited him, made him look wild and dangerous. Her very own caveman.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

I feel my patience thinning talking to this mongrel. “I’m right here, Alpha Vincenzo. No need to attack my brother. He’s just getting a sense of what you’re all about. Name’s Asher,” A tall, lean, man, with fair skin, brown eyes, bright tattoos all over his body, and piercings in his ears, steps out of the trees next to Mr. Mullet. The most confusing aspect about this Alpha Asher is that his hair is pink- bright pink. “I have some questions,” Tobias puts his hand up in the air as he takes in Alpha Asher. I can tell from his tone and from spending the last couple weeks with him, that he is going to say something stupid. He has admitted to hating awkward silences.

“Mhmm! I want the same as Yoshi!” “From the cartoon? I told you Yoshi isn’t real.” “He is!” “Then how about my hair?” Jack piped in, twirling his strands around his fingers. “I can’t even see through these things.” “Sure, you can’t.” She rolled her eyes, “You too Jack. C’mon.” She clutched his shirt in her hands, tugging him along as she began to head for the room. “I’ll give you both the ‘Yoshi’ cut.”