Novel & Cerita Chainsaw Man Black Hair Guy

As quickly as ever, I regained my composure, looked into the rearview mirror to see if I was still presentable, and then stared ahead at the audience glaring my way. My cheeks warmed when I spotted giant wolves standing guard and sandwiching three men who were all clad in black, and I instantly made out Chase from the trio. He was hard to miss, thanks to his looks and his exceptionally red hair. The other one was fairly tall, with a shiny black razor cut. He had an aura of enigma, like a scroll waiting to be unfolded to discover deadly secrets. The one in between was a whole different case. He looked… Like he didn’t belong here. Like he was from a whole different world. And the assault of hi

In the middle of the commotion, a man entered. He looked around Heath’s age but at least five years harder. His rugged features were sharpened by a scar that ran along his jaw and another faint one near his temple. The expensive suit he wore fit his powerful frame perfectly, yet it couldn’t hide the way he moved—like a predator among prey. Everyone stared. Heath’s finger twitched faster at his side. His jaw clenched hard enough that I saw the muscle jump. I leaned closer. “Who is he?” Heath’s jaw tightened. “That… That’s Thorne Blackwood.”

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.

One thing they aren't going to get. The blonde hair guy spoke up, “He's a very powerful man. And you don't stand a chance with him,” Derek squeezed his face in annoyance and I had to seem like a serious student receiving a very important lecture. Interesting right? “He promised to give us a pack to call home after the attack.” “I'm afraid he must be very strong. What does he look like?” I threw the monkey a banana and he rushed onto it. “He's 5 feet tall and has a weak jawline. Em… he's dark haired like me and has beards…”

And the chain holding me upside down was thick enough to hold a car. “Is anyone there!” I yelled, desperate, terrified, furious all at once. A shadow moved behind the suspended pot. My heart lurched to my throat. “Who is that! Let me go! Please—let me go!” A man stepped forward slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He was tall, well built, shiny bald head, dressed in black, and holding a cigar against his lip. The smoke curled around his face, hiding his facial features.

And I do the same. The man in front of me appears as though he has been crafted out of a fairy tale. However, he’s not the hero in the fairy tale, but the devious villain. The villain that has everyone in chokehold with his mere presence. His sword that has black smoke swirling around it is no longer in sight. It's like it disappeared the moment he set foot on the ground. I scrutinize the man with white, flawless skin. His hair is dark as the sky above us; dark, wavy strands are sat on top of his head, giving the right proportions to his sharp and square jaw. Something about his hair feels familiar. And suddenly, an image of hands —my hands— running through his dark hair flashes in my mind.

Trying again, her hand still couldn't reach it until a hand took it. Candy turned to see the person but bumped into a hard chest. Her eyes met a pair of grey eyes staring down at her. His black hair was styled backward. He was wearing a simple black shirt and black pants. Some of his tattoos were visible from his neck. He was the same height and aura as Diego. "Uhm, that's mine," she stated, pointing to the can the man was holding, smiling awkwardly. "I know," the man nodded and gave it to her. "I was just helping you out."

bizarre. "Seraphina? Is that you?" I stiffened when a familiar baritone voice called my name. I spun around to see a good-looking man whose raven black hair was a bit disheveled. "Um..." I creased my forehead, trying to remember who this man was. Especially that raven black hair. Wait. Raven black hair? There was only one man I knew in the past that has that hair color. He chuckled. He was about to speak when I gasped upon knowing him immediately. "N-Nicklaus? Nicklaus Romero?!" My heart raced rapidly. "I-Is that really you?"

Controls has never been his strong suit. "My name is Mr. R.J Dawson. But you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more and nothing less" his voice was cold and straight to the point. It cut through the air like an arrow piercing everyone’s ear with his dark bass stuffed voice. Mr. Dawson had on a black well tailored suit with a white crisp shirt and a black tie. He looked like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot. He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless.

okay that was new , their alpha stared confusedly at me and so did I " did you just ... " I did "a husky voice said and we all narrowed out eyes towards the owner of the voice and behold a handsome looking vampire walked into sight . his hair was long black which was touching his shoulders despite he packed it in 2 hair bund . his eyes were gray and damn attractive but there was nothing familiar about him that I couldn't place my hand on . "how dare you kill my men " she growled he chuckled while making his stance beside me . " c'mon I just kill 10 not much " he whined " look here vampire don't make me loose my temper else am...