Damon Albarn Haircut Novels & Stories

I adored his long hair and couldn't bear the thought of him chopping it off! David, on the other hand, had opted for a fresh new look, keeping his dirty blonde hair long on one side, adding layers and a sleek side shave on the other side. He looked sexy and hot, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with excitement as he showed off his new style. I loved it! I blushed staring at him and he knew.

Leah stared at the man with confusion her eyes were already cloudy with alcohol and the man's face in front of her looked foggy and blurry. "W....who are you how do you know my name ? Hahaha " she asked drunkenly. The man didn't say a word but simply picked her up in his arms effortlessly carrying her out of the clubhouse. DAMON'S MANSION ~ INSIDE DAMON'S ROOM Damon stepped out of his bathroom wearing just his long blue pajama pants, leaving his upper body naked. He was drying his hair with a small towel and he smelled like fresh milk soap cause he had just taken his bath.

“Why aren't you listening?!” “He's too busy looking at the chest, I mean the charming people entering the hall.” Johnny chuckled and gained a death glare from Damian. “That's working!” Tom clapped his hands. “If only you saw how Damian was looking at you. He was melting!” Avery blushed and stared at the DJ. “He doesn't look bad either,” Damian was wearing a white shirt along with a simple black blazer. His hair was styled with a black and white bandana, making him look classy and hot at the same time.

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

Just last month, the entire Hale family had both made the cover of Vintage Daily for family of the week. And then—Damon. He stood just behind them, slightly out of the line of focus, as if he didn’t want to be there at all. His hair was a dark chestnut brown, neat but not overdone, with a few rebellious strands that caught the light. He wore a slate shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the wrist, the collar open just enough to reveal the faintest line of his throat. It was too simple an outfit for a boy of his name, but maybe that was what made him stand out.

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

He was a convicted felon, and a high-school dropout. Damon was exactly six feet tall. He had golden brown skin and long hair, which he usually kept braided in unique designs. Muscles bulged everywhere on his well-defined body. His stomach and chest were hard as a fucking rock. His chest, back, and both of his arms were covered in tattoos; both of his ears were pierced, also. Damon could definitely be described as a ‘pretty’ boy if he didn’t try to look so hard or rough. He had hazel eyes, adorable dimples, and flawless skin.

Damien shrugged clicking his tongue, I guess he was counting it with his tongue. "Five, four, three, two, one. Your time's up, are you sticking to Liam's rule of ultimate secrecy and lose your hair or you'll tell us and no one would ever get to know, you'll get to keep this beautiful hair" Damien snapped, placing a large amount of her hair in between his scissors.

Sitting behind a desk felt more like a boss speaking to his employee than a man speaking with the love of his life. Alvara looked beautiful with her new hair. Platinum streaks weaved through the gold. The style was different as well. Gone was the long hair with ratty ends. She had opted for a long Chinese bob. Savanah had wanted the style but feared it wouldn't suit her face. How wrong she had been.