Christian Bale Hairstyles Novels & Stories

he offered helpfully. Caleb was much more organized than I was. He looked as if he'd been up for ages, looking all dapper in stone-washed denim jeans that were ripped at the knees, a white Hugo Boss T-shirt, and a pair of navy and white Converse. Last night he was complaining that his beard was getting too long, but this morning it was trimmed short along his jawline and his modern pompadour hairstyle only complimented his trendy look. I placed one hand against my aching back as I stood, feeling the pressure start to pull in my lower spine. I grimaced through the discomfort, hissing in pain as I waddled my way to the bathroom.

Jessica smiled slightly and asked him, "I'm not sure whether Mrs. Edward had told you why she didn't set us up at that time." Hawley blinked and hesitated for the moment. He left home in a hurry at noon, not having asked his mother for the reason. "There must be a mistake. It must have been delayed by something else. Things like this always happen. Good things never come easily." Hawley insisted. Just then Christian got dressed up. The wound makeup on his face was replaced by a handsome and dashing one. He wore a robe with a mixed color of light blue and gold. His thick eyebrows were simply trimmed and stretched to his temples. His forehead was high, his back straightened up, walking in a co

"It's all coming to pass. I promise, I'll make you proud. I will have my own fashion brand someday." I shut my eyes and sighed dreamily. I could already see it happening. "What are you smiling about?" Christian's voice startled me. My eyes flew open and I saw him standing before me. Dear God, he looked breathtaking. His hair lay in scattered waves, tousled by the wind. His eyes, those dreamy hazel orbs, were filled with curiosity. He was dressed casually; white shirt with the sleeves rolled back, and grey pants which made his legs look impossibly long. He held a slurpee.

“Admiring or regretting?” Kaelin’s sexy voice draws my eyes from the mirror, where I’m staring at my own reflection in my sexiest underwear. To see him emerging, bare-chested and damp-haired, from the bathroom. Boxers on, but all muscle and gorgeousness on full show as he casually traces his fingers through his scalp to pull back his hair and secure it in a messy man bun at the back of his head. I love that look on him. Some hommes have short-styled hair, but Kaelin’s beauty is best when framed by the long dark locks or pulled back as they are now, smoothly.

I scoffed. "It's not that. I know you can protect your self it's just..." He cut himself off, and I arched my brow at him. "It's just what?" I quizzed. Balor shook his head at me. His long scarlet hair slid over his shoulder with the movement. I had never been into guys with long hair, but with him, something about it was just extremely sexy and when he pulled it up into a man bun. Oh my God. "Forget about it." He said, trying to get me to drop the subject, but it only intrigued me more.

The nerve of this guy. I’m so glad I’m leaving. “Natie, can I talk to you?” Christian asked, looking as if he hadn't slept. His blonde hair looked tousled, making him look more handsome. He may have the looks, but his character was sordid. Aggravating to me. ‘Hmph. Good person, my a*s.’ I mocked Alpha Allen under my breath, recalling the comment he made about his obnoxious son. If he only knew. I stepped down from the porch and stood in front of him. I have no respect for him whatsoever.

I hiss as the pain shoots up my hand. Damn it! I hope I don't wake him up. but I speak too soon. The lights flicker on and Christian appears so suddenly in the kitchen and entrance-His hair was shattered on his charming devil face and he was shirtless, only in his black sweatpants, this was enough to stop my breath. Whenever he is shirtless he looks ancient Greek good. No one can beet his beauty and charm. My heart threatens to bust out of my Rib cage as I lift My gaze.

The puff of air escaped forcefully from my lips the moment I lugged the heavy ass luggage out the door. As if every force was against my ‘graceful’ pull at the bag handle, my curls decided to remind me why I needed to shave the entire thing off in the first place. I let the bag slip from my fingers and yanked the stray strand of hair behind my ear just in time to see Christian exit the house. His hair was swept back as usual, neatly combed too but not obsessive kind of neat though, it was more I tried but I don’t need to try too much, well, that about summed him up when I really thought about it.

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.

“Has he slept?” Christian asked, seeing Hazel as she came downstairs, holding the wooden railing. “Yes,” she answered, reaching the bottom of the stairs. Meanwhile Christian stared at her, scanning her down with admiring eyes. Her long hair was braided loosely and she was wearing a light pink cotton kurti, along with white cotton bottoms. She still looked the same, Christian thought, resisting a smile to pop out on his full lips. He loved to find that she did not change anything about her clothing style or hairstyle. As simple as before.