Damon Albarn Haircut Novels & Stories

There he was. Damon leaned against the bar, laughing at something my aunt said. White shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark jeans hugging his thighs, that same easy confidence radiating off him like heat. His hair was longer now, curling at the ends, and a faint shadow of stubble lined his jaw. He looked... comfortable. Like he belonged here more than I did. Our eyes met across the room. His smile faltered for half a second, then returned, slower, warmer. Dangerous.

And cut. I don't cry. I don't hesitate. This hair was the hair Aureliano stroked. This was the hair Spadino buried his face in. This was the hair Ciro held when he fucked me. It has to go. When I am done, my hair is a jagged, chin-length bob. It looks rough. Angry. I take out the box of hair dye. Jet Black. I mix it in the sink. The chemical smell burns my nose. I slap the black sludge onto my head, rubbing it into my scalp until it stains my skin.

Then I pad downstairs barefoot. Damon’s in the kitchen, standing at the stove, and the sight of him makes me stop in the doorway. He’s wearing jeans that hug his ass perfectly and a gray henley with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, showing off his forearms. His dark hair is still damp from the shower—from my shower and he hasn’t shaved, so his jaw is covered in dark stubble. He looks domestic and dangerous all at once, and my wolf is practically begging me to go rub against him.

I'm pretty sure it is something legal. Dalton left the house around eight pm. I watched his car pull out and then I got into action. I ran into the bathroom and pulled out my bag that I was hiding in the ceiling. I pulled off my clothes and stood in the mirror completely naked. I brushed out my long black hair and I could see my blond starting to grow back in. I then went into the draw and pulled out scissors. I took a deep breath as I cut my hair all the way to my chin. I watched the tears fall down my face. I took all the hair and flushed it down the toilet. I put on oversized black sweats and a black hoodie. I cleaned up the bathroom and took a look around. I wanted to make sure I left it

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

He scrubbed his hair quickly, suddenly wanting to be ready and standing in front of Allen. "Thank a lot, we are on a tight schedule, Sebestian," Dell said when he eventually emerged from the bathroom in just his boxers. She threw his trousers at him, eliciting a growl from him. "Put them on Sebestian, we have got to go!" she said. "We don't have time for that! David, fix him please?" she begged her mate when she saw Sebestian grabbing his hair dryer. She watched as David stepped in front of Sebestian and waved his hand over his head, Sebestian hair dry and styled in his usual mohawk, with a touch of gold at the tips in an instant. She almost laughed when Sebestian gawked at himself in the mi

The door opened again before I could speak. Damon walked in. His large Alpha body overwhelmed the small room, his presence filling the entire space with a new scent. His eyes flipped from Cassandra to me, then to the cribs where both twins were resting and growling. “Cassandra,” he charged, his voice cold. “Leave right now!” Cassandra was angry, but she later walked out. As soon she left, Damon shut the door and turned to me. “They are growing too fast,” he whispered to my ears. “And they carry a scent that does not belong only to you… don’t lie to me.”

Samantha almost jumped outta the tub when she saw something sharp in the lady's hand. "What's that???... What are you going to do with that?" Samantha asked with a scared expression... "Lord Damian hates Blondies.." the Housekeeper casually said as she walked towards her with a pair of scissors in her hand... "Please don't touch my hair!" Samantha cried out but to no avail.. The servants held her in place while the woman in charge began to cut off her extremely long hair.... "No!" Samantha couldn't move her hands and eventually stopped struggling and let them have their ways...

Above, the first stars were beginning to appear. "Luna." I turned, expecting Caleb again, and felt my heart lurch for an entirely different reason. Damon stood behind me, tall and shadowed in the firelight. His dark hair was disheveled, his jaw covered in stubble, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked exhausted, worn down in a way I hadn't seen before. For a moment, the mask slipped, and I caught a glimpse of the man beneath the Alpha—the man who had held me so tenderly on our wedding night.

He groans heavily running his large hands over his face and through his thick jet black curls. "Look, I don't know what to do. But we gotta do something!" He sounds and looks just lost as I am. But so handsome in this water. I love his hair it's in the style of a faux hawk fade and I really want to run my fingers through it. He has the Puerto Rican flag shaved into the left side of his head and 'Boricua' shaved on the right. His barber has mad skills. I'm thinking about taking my brothers to him for their back to school haircuts.