Chainsaw Man Black Hair Guy Novels & Stories

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

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.

"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

That’s why there was no wondering when people would call her, ‘The Sweet Heartbreaker. The guy walked towards the nearest table and placed his matte black guitar. He went back to us and asked, “Have you eaten your lunch yet?” His name was Chuck. Chuck Furrow. He was half American and half Japanese, and that made his visual very unique in a good way. His face was as smooth as a porcelain, and his jaw was bony and surprisingly sharp. Although he wasn’t as toned and as muscular as the other guys in our class, he was still hot (I couldn’t believe I said that), in his own features. He had long, black hair that was only long enough to be tied at the center of his head. In terms of fashion, Chuck

a voice shouted from near us, a tall lean man with shaggy blonde hair leapt through the dense bushes and stopped on the path next to us “Relax Fig, I’m just telling love stories about my dear old dad.” The tall man apparently named Ryver who held my chains responded “Ah what a wonderful tale of murder and heartbreak.” The blonde named Fig faked a swoon, “hello darling, you’re the feisty one who tried to break all your teeth I’m assuming” Fig was looking down at me, but Nya only gave him a sideways glance, keeping her head strictly forward. “A bit plump for a rogue” a very tan man with shaved black hair appeared next to Fig and gave Nya’s body a once over, Nya growled at this comment.

He pats my head then returns to his own tent. At this moment I hear the growling again, I look up to see something standing by the trees. I see it is a man, he is shirtless with khaki pants on. His hair is black and long stopping at his shoulders. He has a very muscular stature. He looks about as tall as Hunter. For some reason, however, he looks incredibly familiar, as if I have seen him somewhere before. I know for sure the only werewolves I have ever met are David and from Callan’s pack.

Lyrics POV Apparently I pissed the little wolf off by throwing him up in the air because he shifted to his human form and started cussing me out. I found it quite funny honestly. For one the man is mid air struggling while butt naked but also the fact that he is absolutely pissed he can’t get out of my air trap. The black wolves growl at him when he called me a bitch which is weird because why would they care? Then one of the black wolves shifts to his human form and OHMYGODDESS he is gorgeous he stands at about 6’5 with messy black hair and some beautiful blue eyes. His tan skin is clear and cover in tattoos and when he goes to talk I see dimples. Why didn’t anybody tell me these creatures

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.