Novel & Cerita Bjorn Ironside Hair

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 do not want another version of her and that too is like me. "Hello? Are you even listening to me?" He asked, unimpressed and disappointment lacing in his tone. "What were you even saying?" I frowned, noticing how my hair locks were a mess. Does this guy even brush out my hair? If I come back in my body with a bushy nest, I'm ripping his hair out of his scalp. Plus, balding is trendy. If silver was here, she would've said it's always trendy. It's a common thing in every timeline.

“With everything.” “Yeah, I guess… But we can’t hide away either. Have to be seen, and all that…” “I will talk to Aaron,” he agreed, and rolled so that she was beneath him. “What is the problem with my hair?” She threaded her fingers through it. “Nothing. I just thought you hated the curls.” “Short back and sides doesn’t go with the image,” he pointed out practically. “But it does get into my eyes sometimes.” “Another six months and you might be able to put it up into a man-bun,” she scraped it back from his face. “Not bad.”

He groans heavily running his large hands over his face and through his thick jet black curls. "Look, I don't know what to do. But we gotta do something!" He sounds and looks just lost as I am. But so handsome in this water. I love his hair it's in the style of a faux hawk fade and I really want to run my fingers through it. He has the Puerto Rican flag shaved into the left side of his head and 'Boricua' shaved on the right. His barber has mad skills. I'm thinking about taking my brothers to him for their back to school haircuts.

The wind made a mess of his hair that had grown a good length down his nape in loose waves since I’d last seen him. Something about him standing between his Bentley and his jet made him look Alpha-and-Omega sexy. A sexiness that couldn’t be competed with. A sexiness he owned. His intimidating impeccability had me nervously smoothing my hand over my dress and raking my fingers through my hair, feeling like I was not deserving of such perfection. Before the bidding that morning, I’d made one of my rare trips to the hair salon and gotten my wild curls straightened for a first. It felt lighter and easier to manage, except for the fact it had stretched a couple more inches down the entire length

And Ben would have called for my head if he had missed this because of me. So I manned up. Put on my best party outfit. A pair of Jeans and full length shirt of course. I had Chestnut coloured 3A hair, but I always dyed it pure black. But this time, I decided to go natural. With a bit of a different of-course. Ben advised me to go for modern mullet. Said it would "make Clara more I interested." I only tried it because I was tired of carrying the same hairstyle from highschool.

I commanded harshly. He wore charcoal formal pants, a matching dressed shirt with a couple buttons undone. His dark blonde hair was sleeked back, polished in his appearance despite the chaos. A matching beard that was perfectly trimmed while his built resembled a Viking. He appeared to be in his late thirties, prominent lines upon his forehead yet he looked completely at ease. My brows furrowed, he was confident in the face of the King. Which only meant one thing, he was the leader of The Rebel’s Creed – Bjorn.

He was offering to fix my hair for me after all. "You know I actually prefer your hair when you let it down, it's long and pretty, so why not flaunt it?." "Do with it as you may Lance!." I said and handed him my hair brush. He pulled the ribbon I had used to hold the hair up in a ponytail and my hair let loose and went all the way down my back. My hair was pretty long, it was almost waist length plus I also had a fringe. The length still surprises me though because I thought only redheads and brunettes had such privilege.

This bag epitomizes practical fashion, allowing Astrid to carry her daily essentials while maintaining her sleek and minimalistic appearance. Astrid's signature strawberry-blonde hair, typically cascading down to her waist, adopts a different yet equally enchanting form today as she gathers it into a ponytail. With an effortless grace, she sweeps her luscious locks up, securing them at her nape. Her ponytail was a masterpiece of hairstyling; it sits comfortably, not too tight, allowing a few stray strands to frame her face with gentle softness. Her hair, radiant as ever, catches the light, revealing its warm, golden undertones. The tendrils left loose near her ears add a whimsy touch to her

They were a deep shade of brown, warm and inviting, and they seemed to sparkle with intelligence and wit. His hair was long and flowing, falling in loose waves around his face and down his back. It was a rich shade of chestnut brown, with subtle highlights that caught the light and gave it an almost ethereal glow. He wore it loose, with a few strands artfully arranged around his face to frame his features.