Chainsaw Man Black Hair Guy Novels & Stories

We both turn to look at the door and the person behind it. " Come in." I called this person. My office door opens and a guy walks in. Blonde short hair, tight black chinos pants, white shirt, big glasses hang on his nose, and he's carrying a laptop bag. I bring my gaze down to his features and he probably stands at 5 feet 5 inches. A little short for a guy, and he's wearing converse. And he's also gay. I can tell, thanks to Raymond and his boyfriend. " Who asked for pizza?" I ask out of the blue, the same time the guy introduces himself.

he shrugs and laughs, standing up and offering me his hand. "Did you get your collection back?" I asked, completely avoiding the marriage question, he nodded his head, his lips pursed. I looked up at him and gazed across his new very long black hair, only the three lines remained of his face tattoos. "Your black hair is gorgeous, it looks great on you Nyx," I grin and wink at him. He shrugs and stands next to me. He opened his hand and a black staff appeared. "Trying the wizard look now, love," I tease and he chuckles.

With black hair and black eyes just like the black cat at night. '' Oh come on, what's the fun if we take the simple route? I want to check out the village at night without anyone seeing me,'' replied the man beside him. He had brownish red hair with blue eyes. His hair was curly falling onto his face. With a height of more than six feet, as quite handsome and charming.

Eligor smirks, knocking me sideways into a tree that gives out a deafening crack before snapping in the centre and falling to the floor. He shifts into a large black wolf, very similar to Kade and stalks towards me. I don't waste any time, rushing at him and slashing his front leg from shoulder to ankle. He barely flinches as his skin slices open, using his own claws to catch me on the side and leave four deep gashes in my side. I bite down on his other shoulder, ripping fur, skin and muscle from his body, when somehow his paw changes back to a human hand and he grabs my throat, squeezing the air out of it while I claw and slash at his arm.

However, if I weren't in the vicinity, there's no doubt there would be vampire guts splattered about the diner. And they wouldn't be Hezekiah's. As the voices grew louder and graduated to arguing between the two groups, a loud shout from the front door immediately caught everyone's attention. "Excuse me!" A man had yelled. From the look on the pale ones' faces, they knew who this man was. I was unfamiliar with him, but I knew upon looking at him that he was a vampire—burning honey-tinted eyes, ghostly white skin, and a deathly tinge to his complexion. He walked into the diner wearing black slacks, a dark gray turtle neck, and a black trench coat. His hair, red, was shaved closely on the side

With white hair he likes! Trying to catch up with the sentence structured in my head, I move my fingers swiftly and type them out. >HotGuy InTheBed: I am a hot guy. >HotGuy InTheBed: I have white hair, and I am not wearing any pants. >HotGuy InTheBed: In fact, as you should know, I don’t like to wear pants. White hair guy with no pants? What are you? Are you a- >HotGuy InTheBed: People call me real life Donald Duck.

If it weren't for the slight breeze blowing their hair and clothes, I would have believed them to be statues. It was the man standing in the middle that caught my attention the most though. He had dark eyes. Eyes that made you uneasy. Like evil lived there. His hair was shoulder length, black as night, had a bit of a wavy to it. His stance was that of someone regal and clearly in charge, even though he didn't look a day over 35. He wore all black which made me snort. How cliche. "Does something amuse you Cassandra?"

I grin, excited to explore the new hidden valley for Lizaria and the Unicorns to move to, knowing the Elf will need to have the herd move away from Hidden Claws quickly before Mika becomes Alpha and the Blake’s could find them. “Hey Ira what took you so long?” A deep voice calls out to our left and I turn to see the man I met the first time I shifted. Turning to face the black haired tattoo man that helped me through my first shift, I smile and take in his appearance once more. A pair of jeans hang loosely around his hips with no shirt or shoes on. For once I get a glimpse of his tattoos noticing them all designed in black ink, the intricate lines, swirls and pattern running along his muscul

I was chained to the wall, silver biting into my skin and burning as my body tried—and failed—to heal. The room was pitch black. No windows, no light. Just darkness. The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside—a tall figure in his thirties with jet-black hair, piercing grey eyes, and a gruesome gash across his cheek. "Hello, Lillian. How nice of you to join me," he said, a twisted smile spreading across his face. He walked forward, one hand hidden behind his back.

I sighed in relief as the kids ran towards me free from the binds. "HI, how do you do?"We turned to see a man clad in black leather from the top of his shoulders to the sole of his feet.The kind that glittered because it was made of real expensive leather.He had his blonde hair swept up in a side ponytail. "Its so nice of you to join the party. "he said to me,a sly smile plastered on his lips. The kids hid behind me as the man approached. "You have really lovely kids".He said stopping in front of me.