Damon Albarn Haircut 소설 & 이야기

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.

For some reason, I have a very bad feeling," said Albern. Albern continued to stare closely at Harnum's face. And, Harnum felt even more uncomfortable. However, he tried to put on a smile, then he ruffled Albern's hair so that Albern's slightly long hair looked messy, but still showed off his handsomeness and macho-ness.

While I had let my mind run free, I sat up straight and both my Mates are still in a deep sleep. Looking at Daxton, I compare him with Nico. Nico might have been the future Alpha, but he is nothing compared to Daxton. Nico is 6”1 to Daxton’s 6”4; Nico has short, light brown hair that he always styled to perfection and Daxton’s blond hair is a mess on his pillow, but during the day, he has it in a braid down his back. Darius looks almost identical to Daxton; the difference is the length of his hair. Without styling it, his hair reaches to the top of his shoulders and during the day, he wears it in a man-bun or a ponytail.

Damien. Ingrid nodded and then she left me alone with a courteous smile. Looking at myself in the mirror on the wall, I ran my fingers through my dark brown hair. During the first day of the military training, one of my superiors advised me to cut my hair short so I had cut it in a short pixie hairstyle. My hair had grown since then and it was now tailored in a messy chin-length bob hairstyle.

If he is able to disturb the flow, he could as well stop the storm. He drew his sword and, with a profound breath, drove it into the center of the keystone. The edge struck with a streak of light, and the chamber was filled with a stunning thunder as the keystone's energy surged. The lines of the carving lit up, crackling with power, and the runes on the altar started to beat fiercely. The Guardian let out a shout of seethe because it detected the disturbance, turning away from Selene and charging toward Ethan. But it was too late, the ritual was now unraveling.