Ash Ketchum Hair Novels & Stories

He narrowly escaped capture countless times—until the day he caught my scent and found his way to my father. Asher is unique. He has one pale blue eye like mine and one storm-grey eye like Leo’s. From a distance, the contrast is subtle, but when you catch it—it's striking. His dark hair has a few lazy curls, and his dimpled smile paired with that mischievous glint in his eye commands attention. Which he loves being the eldest. Any chance to boss about his siblings makes him smile.

They then arrived at a cave where they see Kazuha and a fire truck red-haired boy whose name he cannot remember. Kazuha looked a bit different than he'd thought. Her hair looks a bit longer and she has heterochromia with a combination of brown and grey. She did say it took years for her eye color to fully develop. "There you are, you old bastard!" Younger Kurai gruffly said and quickly approach them with an imitating aura. "Don't even think about trying to run away. I can and always will find you!" He scared the others who are backing down.

He was constantly scratching at his messy hair. “Mr. Ash and Mr. Summers, shall I call this man over for questioning?” asked Kazuo. Tyr propped up his chin with one hand and nodded thoughtfully. “Of course! But not before he loses all his money!”

Sam was lost for words when his mate's tears fell away. His mate skin is white. No, they were definitely white, whiter than pure snow. His hair shone so brightly he could barely look at it but could not force himself to look away. He thought Ash had been beautiful with the dark hair but he was... absolute, stunning perfection with the bright white hair. He couldn't help but reach out and wrap one of hid ringlets around his finger, wanting to know if it felt like hair or metal or ice. Now his eyebrows made sense. "Beautiful" he murmured, staring into Ash eyes.

It’s quite thin on top, but the bottom makes up for it. He looks like a sleeping cherub, now that she thinks about it. Except his hair isn’t curly in the least. It’s straight and smooth, quite floppy if she may add. The image is making her mentally laugh. She’s picturing a weirdly coherent headbang with that kind of hair. She lets out a soft snort.

stew thing her arms wide open for a hug I wouldn’t dare miss. Pulling myself from her warm embrace, i see her husband stretching his hands for a shake, looking at him, I know where Asher got his dark hair from, sir lopez had a white suit on, and for weird reasons all I think of us Asher in an aged form, they are so identical. " Good evening sir" I said looking, taking his hands " nice meeting you rose" he said, passing a smile as he surveyed the room.

He stopped by an office and was talking to someone he recognised from the time when Asher was born. Then he saw a light from the corner of his eyes, he turned to catch the golden blonde hair. As weird as it was he could point out that hair from any crowd. It was a very beautiful shade. It was full and long and looked like it needed a lot of trimming and styling but it was beautiful.

She looked relaxed in sleep, the habitual frown I suspected she always wore, gone. Gently, I ran my hands through her short hair. The hair was something that she would have to change as my mate. It was a lovely shade of auburn that had caught the light when the sun shone on it. Allison was going to have to grow it out. She evidently did not take pains to maintain it. It was cut carelessly, uneven in some places. It had perhaps been long at one time but had been trimmed in order to get it out of the way.

he chuckles. "Hello to you, Goldie locks." Archie's long, dirty blonde hair cascades past his broad shoulders, a distinctive feature that has become a subject of playful banter between us. I've urged him countless times to get a haircut, but he insists that his hair possesses some sort of magical charm. Idiot. Following suit, Archie's twin brother, Ashby, emerges from the limo. I can't resist a teasing remark. "Well, well, well, Rapunzel decided to join us this time."

“So, what colours were her hair and eyes?" Xavier gently placed her on her feet. Athena was eager to know the answer. Xavier leaned close to her, his breath fanning against the skin on her face. Athena was chewing on her bottom lip, desperate for Xavier to tell her the colours. He knew he was wicked for this, but he just couldn't help himself. He lifted his right hand and coiled some of her platinum blond hair around his fingers. “She had tall, ash blonde hair just like this.” He raised her hair up to his nose and took a deep whiff. Athena gulped.