Christian Bale Hairstyles 소설 & 이야기

******daisy****** For Christian I was just a pawn in his game, the woman he would ruin just because of his hatred for his enemy. Christian gaze didn't leave me as I approached him. He stood beside the bike, the slim black shirt he wore showed his body structure , this time he let his hair down without styling and damn I couldn’t deny the fact that he looked hot. His eyes bore no emotions. When I got to where he was,I stood a bit closer to his bike without knowing what to say to him or do.

Sebastian and I finally arrived in front of the Malacañang Palace, I looked at my watch, and it says 4:45 in the afternoon – fifteen minutes before the event starts. I quickly jumped off the motorbike and took the helmet off from my head. Sebastian followed and slowly removed his headgear; his black medium-length hair almost touched his eyes. His hairstyle is nearly similar to Leonardo Dicaprio's, a combination of man bun and slicked-back hair, but his hair is much thicker than Leonardo's.

To Silje’s surprise, Christian caressed her hair gently. “You are like a warrior, Silje. I can feel your strength and determination. I think a short hair style would suit you better. Your white neck and delicate face will benefit from it.” “Pardon?” Silje flinched in surprise but Christian seemed oblivious. He started to walk away as he added, “There are too many models with long hair, don’t you think so? Silje, your current look overlaps with Liu Wen’s.”

Christan stepped in, dressed in a beige casual outfit and sporting the latest Balenciaga sneakers. His face was expressionless. His hair was meticulously styled, and he still wore the light makeup from his recent appearance on a show. Already naturally handsome, the touch of grooming made him even more striking. From the moment he walked in, his eyes had been fixed solely on Grandpa Bryan, not sparing Serena even a glance. “Grandpa.” Grandpa Bryan’s face darkened slightly. “You have a guest here. Don’t you think you should at least greet her?”

Mabel stated vaguely, unaware of the fact that Christian already knew of her family background. “Why did they give you such a substandard phone? No one uses this anymore,” Christian said. “Beats me as well,” Mabel sighed. “Here,” Christian changed the subject as he handed her a blue tie that matched his blue suit. Mabel looked at the tie and then at him. She noticed he had styled his hair back to his signature style which made him look intimidating, a contrast to how cute he looked moments ago. “What am I supposed to do with this?” Mabel asked in confusion.

Besides, she knew Alaric would never agree to cut his hair, not that she wants him to, anyway. When the stylist was done, Mariah couldn’t believe her eyes. Alaric’s snow-white hair was now in a neat ponytail and as he stood up, coupled with his dressing, he definitely looked like a celebrity. Even the stylist couldn’t help by whistling and slowly saying, “damn.”

"You're not Bernice anymore. You're Mrs. Gasly, the belle of the ball." Just then, Christian emerged from his own styling session, and I felt my jaw drop. If I looked like a bombshell, he looked like a silver screen heartthrob. His hair was slicked back in a dashing style, his jawline more chiseled than ever. And the suit, which had seemed so garish before, now looked like it was made for him, the purple bringing out the green in his eyes. "Wow," I breathed, unable to tear my gaze away. "You look... incredible."

I was a bit shocked when I was ordered to dress scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead.

I don't even know the type of date we are going to, she said in her mind and got off the bed to go and take her bath and then get dressed. Clinton watched Christian as he kept checking his looks and outfit in the mirror, looking so attractive in a black pant, a white hoodie with a black jacket, and a white sneakers. He put on his shades and smirked, nodding his head in admiration as he stared into the mirror. Clinton was surprised to see him dress in a casual yet classy outfit, he looked even more handsome in the outfit, like an actor who has bewitched the industry with his appealing features, and elegantly proportioned looks, deep down he wished he was his biological son, he smiled knowing

Charles’s POV. - He’s gonna fuck me up. I enter Caleb’s study with my heart between my teeth to see him standing behind his desk with his fiancée a little away and rambling. Christian is just by the door when I enter, and the cross look on his face already informs me of my end. “I’ve overlooked your promiscuity long enough,” Caleb speaks in a monotone, maintaining a calm state that only riles the dread in my guts. He looks charming, decked in his three-piece wine suit with his hair neatly swept back with a small parting in front. Any woman will be swooned and eager to gloss over him.