Chainsaw Man Black Hair Guy Novels & Stories

"You wanna go, boy? Then let's go." He stands up out of his chair. I straighten myself - it's been a while since I've actually fought someone - this is going to be fun. The boy starts around the table, but before he can reach me, the door to the bar opens. A bright, painful light rushes in, exposing all our dirty little secrets. A tall, lanky man stands in the door - taking his sweet time coming in and closing it behind him again. Everyone's attention turns toward him now. He wears a long black coat and black boots. His hair is dark, dirty, and down to his shoulders. He has a leather patch over his right eye - a deep scar visible around the edges. He finally steps fully into the bar and clos

I was furious and wanted a chance to slash his face with my. Claws... I twisted my hands against the rope again, trying to loosen it. I'd been trying all night. It was no use. Hours had gone by after I spoke to Jake. We had until dawn to give the evil man what he wanted. I couldn't tell how much time was left. The door screeched softly, and scarred face entered the large enclosed space. He was a big, tall male with black hair that was cut military style. Eyes, a duller shade of blue than my Jake's. But I guessed women his age may call him handsome.

I'm the kind of person who's excessively concerned with her own needs. "Shit!" I almost jumped in shock when someone whistled from behind me. I immediately crossed my arms to hide my bare chest, then turned around. I took a sharp gasp as I saw a tall, dark, and handsome man standing on the huge rock with a wolfish grin. His eyes, those deep-set eyes that were the same color as his dark hair, were half-lidded with lust, feasting on my sleek, bare back. His wavy, shoulder-length hair is flying. With four buttons, his blue polo shirt was open to reveal his slightly hairy chest, paired with faded, almost denim pants and a pair of brown low leather horse riding boots, and he was holding a whip.

His jaw was locked, his chest rising and falling “Who the fuck are you?” the guy asked his eyes still on Anjali who peaked over her husband‘s shoulders “Her husband,” Arun said “Damn lucky bastard, “ the guy said laughing and the couple realized the filthy in his tone, Arun immediately held the guy’s shirt collar “Relax man! Are you sure you can keep a woman like her satisfied? I mean, with a face and body like that, she must be.” Arun’s world stopped and Anjali saw it on his face but before the man could complete Arun’s fist slammed into the man’s jaw so hard that the guy staggered backwards

As I should've expected, I was given trouble right from the start. A guy with dark hair stood just a few feet away from me, snickering to one of his friends who laughed in return. His green eyes met my own, a sly sneer on his face. I recognized that sneer, the owner had torn my Dad's book to shreds. Dean Marsh had changed. His hair had once been brown and curly, but was now black and fairly straight. The black strands nearly reached his shoulders. If he noticed Atlas and Duke's presence in the room, he seemed not to care.

By eleven in the evening, they had decided it was time to head up and sleep. Just as they were all walking together past the living room towards the stairs, they heard the quiet rumble of a Yamaha bike. There, stood a broad, tall and handsome looking man. All dressed in black bike wear. Black helmet, and leather gloves. He took off his helmet to reveal his dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a light stubble that was very well kept.

I mumbled and had to follow her outside the gate for no reason. A black Lambo was already parked outside my gate by the time I got outside, and a young man in his late twenties hopped out of the car. He was cladded in a black leather jacket, black baggy trousers, and a big sunglass sitting on his nose bridge. His thick raven hair was parked up in a ponytail with some strands falling at each side of his face, and finally, some strands curled up on his forehead. It was my first time seeing such a crazy hairstyle. "What kind of crazy people has Jamie been meeting, please? Oh, my creator! What is happening?" I thought to myself.

He goes to grab me, and my beast jumps, kicking off his chest and flipping back away from him in front of my pack. I look at all the guys as my beast relaxes, giving me back my control. One has blood all over the front of his shirt from his nose, which is now healed. His hair hangs loose with curls down to his midsection. One has dirt and ash all over the front of his shirt. His hair is shorter all around but is slightly longer on top; it is neatly styled to be a little messy. The third has buzzed sides fading up to hair that is spiked up messily, but it suits him. The last one stands with a perfect pearly white smile, and I lock eyes with him. The sides of his hair are short, and the top is

He was tall, easily six-three, with a presence that seemed to swallow the air in the room. He wore a black shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, and dark trousers that showed the strength in his legs. His hair was black, messy, falling over his forehead in a way that felt unstudied. When he moved forward, the light caught his eyes. They were the color of a storm at midnight, silver mixed with a deep, bottomless black. A faint scar ran through one of his eyebrows, a jagged detail that made his face look less like a dream and more like a threat.

He is powerful, cunning, evil, and sly. “The god of chaos,” I said. And he smiled widely. “Not many people outside this kingdom know me, but she could tell from looking at me she is indeed smart,” he said, smiling. Honestly, he is not looking bad at all; from the way he sat and crossed his legs, he must be very tall. He has bright white skin. I can’t tell if he is muscular or just lanky with the baggy clothes he is wearing, but the clothes look good on him. Black must be his favourite colour, as his nails are also painted black. But what I don’t understand is his hair style. He had on a galax hairstyle, with the hair in the middle looking like spikes. He is still handsome, even with the craz