Carlos Sainz Hair Novels & Stories

Her nickname is Snow. Sylar Rosario: Blonde curly hair that curls naturally into a surfer hairstyle. Sylar is the youngest Rosario family member. His blue eyes resembles his brother Silas's eyes. Sylar likes to watch vampires movies, youtubers on youtube, listen to music, and bond with his misunderstood brother Silas. He'll often check up on his brother when he knows he's angry. Sylar doesn't fit in at balls and tries to avoid them. He signs off with SyR.

“Tell me, Santino, is this her?” The two look so alike yet so different. There is no doubt that they are twin brothers. While Santino has blond hair, Maximo has smokey gray hair. They are both littered in tattoos, I can see it from their neck all the way up to their wrists. Maximo however has a more rugged look, while Santino is a suit and tie type of man who is most likely a clean freak. They both ooze so much danger, my instinct is telling me to run for my life. It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit.

“Abou that, I came with-“ “She here?” Too caught up with Connor to have noticed Carlos rush towards my apartment, I pulled away from my boyfriend eyeing the dark haired man with a raised brow. For a man who’d been bequeathed more looks than the Jonas brothers, he looked terrible. His suit looked like he’d rolled on the ground with it for the whole day and his hair? Shaggy than the neat Carlos hair I knew. Let’s not forget about his face that looked he’d come straight from a boxing ring.

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

Renzo’s POV Saoirse stepped out of the car and quickly clasped her mother’s hand. Her long red hair caught the wind, glowing like fire under the midday sun. While her parents spoke with mine, her gaze locked on me. It took me longer than it should have to look away from that mesmerizing hair, but when I did, I nearly forgot how to breathe.

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.

Even part of her face was hidden beneath the wrappings. What struck him most was her hair. Sia had always been proud of her beautiful, thick hair that fell in perfect waves. Now, it was gone, shaved off for the operation. Leon’s chest tightened at the thought of how upset she would be to see herself like this. He knew how much she loved her hair, and he hated that it was taken from her.

“I’m telling Jacinta!” “Hi, Cera!” Conan’s face lit up when his sister stepped inside. “What? You haven’t even done your hair? We’re late!” Cera scolded in the sweetest nagging tone, immediately grabbing the comb. Her small hands brushed through Conan’s silky black locks, so like Lois’s, before pinning them neatly. “There. Perfect. Gorgeous as always.” Cera adored Conan’s hair, always insisting it was a crown. Unlike him, and unlike Lois, the rest of them carried Alpha Karl’s legacy—blonde and white strands that shimmered in the sunlight.

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

His eyes were yellow and glowed gently. But his face was probably the most different bit about him, he had a very square face, with a broad nose that looked almost feline, heavy-set brows covering his eyes a little, and his mouth had prominent teeth from his top and bottom jaw. He was also incredibly muscular. Carlos is five-foot-six and an old Mexican man, his tired looking jeans also around his ankles, and a grey checked flannel shirt.