Novel & Cerita Christian Bale Hairstyles

he asked when I grabbed one of the bikes and adjusted the handlebars. "You'll see," I said, swinging my leg over the seat. Christian got on his bike with that annoyingly natural coordination of someone who's always been good at everything without trying. He was wearing nothing but sweatpants and a basic T-shirt, and somehow still looked like he belonged in a spread called "effortlessly attractive men in casual settings." "Follow me," I said, and started pedaling.

But sometimes texts from Christian can be much better than job offers. When I open the chat box, I see he's sent me two images, and one voice recording. The grocery store wifi tries to be slow but the images finish loading, and the sight of a shirtless Christian Storm immediately makes me feel like my mouth is drooling. From the picture, Christian has just woken up. His hair is still tousled. His eyes, though cool and sharp, have that sleepy bleariness to them. The lines of his broad shoulders draw my eyes and I feel bad for only wanting to stare at them. Shirtless Christian Storm is always a treat.

His voice broke as he lied, not so smoothly between his teeth. "Cut the crap, Dylan...the truth. I need you..." Christian entered the office at that minute, making Isabelle trail off. He looked edible in his grey suit, with the coat opened to reveal the white button-down shirt underneath. The first buttons were undone, giving a sneak peek at his well-sculpted, smooth chest. "I'll call you later, Dylan." She couldn't continue talking when her body had instantly reacted when she saw him. His hair was disheveled, giving him a nasty look. She imagined ruffling it further as he went down on her, right on his office desk.

Her hair was done up with Viking braids, and black eyeliner made her eyes even more vibrant. Kai had his arm on my shoulder, and I heard the low whistle come from him. Right there with you. Our girl was breathtaking. Fuck, I would share this image with her later. Perhaps she would dress up like this for us. Yes, that would lead to a delectable fuckfest for sure. One that we all needed and deserved. “Barachiel, you cannot be serious,” a woman exclaimed as she grabbed his arm. She was tall, slender, and had brown hair that was put in a single braid down her back.

he demanded, utterly unbothered. He can be such a baby sometimes. A beautiful, aggravating baby. “Fine,” I grumbled, diving into the sea of suits, shoes, and watches—some so similar I thought they were duplicates. Styling Christian is exhausting. And somehow exhilarating. Finally satisfied with my choices, I stepped back. “So… how do I look?” he asked, striking a pose that was almost illegal in its confidence. *Hot. Devastatingly hot.* My brain screamed. “Amazing. As usual,” I replied coolly.

And as he presumably spoons sugar into my mug – I can’t see it, at this angle – I study him, wondering how someone so similar Christian can be so…different. And I don’t mean in their personalities – not really, the differences there make sense to me. Elio is just so…gross. He’s as big as Christian, and as broad of shoulder, but if he was ever fit and trim the way Christian is then he’s seriously let himself go in recent years. And – is that a bald spot starting on the back of his head? I lean forward to peer closer, trying to see – but with my height, it’s hard to know for sure. Christian certainly doesn’t have one of those.

butler Albert smiles at her. Elizabeth nods at him then moves towards the door which butler said was her room. She pushes the walnut-colored double doors to the bedroom. What she sees makes her blush. she was faced with Christian's half-naked body as he stood beside the bathroom door. His lean, honey-colored body appeared more attractive after his recent shower. His muscles were symmetrically balanced on his chest and arms, giving him the perfect V-shaped body. The lines below his hip were also prominent.

Bale advised his fellow bodyguard silently with his gun still pointed forward. “What choice do we have? Our souls will be held hostage in hell when Sir Rex discovers what’s happening.” Christian remarks. ”Either way, we have to play this the smart way without getting Cherry in any harm.” Bale whispered. “You can keep whispering to one another but I am getting out of here!” James called. “Wait!- what do you want? Why have you captured a sick patient?” Christian asked. “What are you doing?” Bale whispered. “Just trust me.” Christian whispered back. “I am going to count up to five and I want you to release the patient-”

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.

My hair was parked on my head as I didn't want the water from showering to mess up the beautiful smell of conditioner the dressers had used to style it up. After taking out the clothes from my bed, I turned to realize Christian was still staring at me, his eyes dark with desires. "Loosen your hair, Belle." He said to me. His voice was compelling that I had to blink to become concious of myself. "What?" I asked him. "Loosen your hair." He said again. Like a girl in a trance, I loosened the hair and allowed it fall on my shoulders, the tips hanging round the fullness of my breasts.