Bald Taper Fade Black Male Novels & Stories

He says confidently. I knew it, and looking at him now, he's wearing a black shirt and a leather jacket with black pants and boots. Chris might look like he's going to a funeral, but Tye looks like he's going to model for a popular magazine or perfume advert. "I, I got you this." He hands me a large bag and I thank him. "I'm going to go keep it where the other gifts are." I turn around but he stops me.

As if the person has changed, the cold voice has disappeared. "THERE IS A MAN WITH BALD HAIR AND AN UGLY SNAKE TATTOO. I INSTANTLY REMEMBER THAT LATELY, YOU HAVE TO SUFFER FROM EXTREME HAIR LOSS! I DON'T WANT YOU TO TURN BALD WUWUWU!"

he added Chad heaved as he took a good look at the boy who was talking. Clean afro hair cut - so black and rich hair, almost intimidating! Clean and well ironed 'turquoise on mauve' school uniform with the shirt neatly tucked into the plain fitted trousers and a well polished black belt which had the medusa symbol of Gianni Versace designers molded on it’s head. Best of all were his shoes! A well designed ankles size black air Max canvass with a white sole.

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.

A ripple of astonishment moved through the rows of students as their eyes locked onto him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair slightly tousled like he hadn’t even tried, and yet somehow it looked like an ad campaign. Clean-cut suit jacket over a crisp shirt, no tie, sleeves rolled casually to his elbows. And that calm, commanding presence that made it impossible not to look at him. Gavin Black owned the room without trying. “Holy…” Piper muttered under her breath, nearly choking on her coffee. “That’s your brother?” I smirked. “Told you.”

His short-cropped hair had a geometric fade, his eyeliner was a sharp, lethal graphic wing, and he exuded a level of high-voltage, unbothered sass that instantly commanded the room. ​He scanned the crowded studio, his eyes locking onto our table. He glided over, sliding his Telfar bag onto the stool right next to mine with a fluid, dramatic flick of his wrist. ​"Please tell me the syllabus isn't as tragic as the lighting in the hallway," he whispered, his voice dripping with premium, melodic sarcasm as he looked at me. ​My eyes immediately dropped to his bag. "Oh my gosh, is that the chocolate medium Telfar? It is absolutely gorgeous."

My eyes couldn't help but assess him from head to toe, take him all in efforts to understand why I was so insanely attracted to him. His messy, silky, raven black hair was in a low fade-cut with the front curls tumbling over his forehead in a very VERY sexy way. It was clear that the hair at the front was longer than in the back but that certainly didn't take away from his sexiness. Oh, it elevated it.

He pulled out a stack of cash—fresh from the ATM, the maximum withdrawal limit from six different cards. He placed ten thousand dollars on the glass counter. "You're open," Cyprian said. The tailor looked at the money. He looked at Cyprian’s eyes. "Right this way, sir." Cyprian stood on the podium while the tailor measured him. "Shoulder width... 42. Waist... 30. You are very lean, sir." "Make it black," Cyprian said. "Italian wool. Slim cut. And I need a shirt. White. French cuffs."

The couple standing out the front waiting for them, Nate guesses, are the Alpha and his Luna. He is a broad chested man, tall and Nate guesses somewhere in his sixties. His hair had started to grey and he had deep crow’s feet by his dark almost black eyes. His black hair was swept into a short ponytail at the nape of his neck. He was wearing smart black trousers and a long-sleeved black button up shirt with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Both have ageless beauty like him, though human years they would be around their twenties. Thade had his jet black hair tied into a messy man bun. Strong jaw evident with his staple stubble on and bushy brows framing his steel blue eyes. His pale skin radiates against the blank ink on his skin. Being topless is his badge of honor. Showing off an oak tree tattoo from his back that stemmed its withered branches to his arms across his entire upper body. Though it doesn’t drown the presence of his chiseled abs. While he wore the same jet black color of wide legged pants that reached the floor as his bare feet stuck out. All his nails are also painted in black.