Damon Albarn Haircut Novels & Stories

I couldn't see much more than his head, but he noticed me and pulled his headphones off before he stepped out of the booth. I wasn't sure who I was expecting to see, but who I saw stepping out of the booth didn't look like a rapper to me. Damien had dirty blonde hair that was perfectly tousled on top of his head, green eyes, and a strong jawline. His clothes were the second indication that he didn't look like a rapper. His jeans were worn in the thighs and hugged his hips perfectly, he wore converse's on his feet and a white tee with a blue and grey flannel shirt over it. Tattoos lined his arms where he had the flannel rolled up to his elbows. The V-cut in his shirt revealed another tattoo g

" The question was more aimed at our pack rather than the Blood Moon pack members since they clearly had nothing to fear, it seemed. No one stepped forward. Guess everyone was scared. Damon just let out a small chuckle and shook his head slightly, probably laughing at us and our amazing cowardice. That was the first time I'd seen him smile, he even has a dimple. He looked so ... "I'll fight." Oh great the stupid blonde bimbo. And it pissed me off that her hair was the exact same shade as my mom's hair. Blonde waist length hair with platinum highlights. But it looked way better on my mom.

She still had a lot of things to learn about the Alpha's meals, and she had it in mind to try her best. Minutes later, she took a jug filled with hot milk and a glass cup up the stairs. Both were arranged on a tray. She knocked. After getting the conformation, she gently walked in. Her jaw dropped. Damon stood at the front of the curtain, close to a narrow slit where a reasonable amount of light filtered into the room. It was clear that he didn't want contact with the rays of the sun, because he angled his body out of the curtain slit. This was the clearest Isabella had seen of him. Since his back was turned to her, she took a quick survey. His hair was black, long, and touched around his sh

PRINCESS Damon was wearing a black custom-made three-piece suit that fit him absolutely perfectly. The jacket emphasized his broad shoulders, the vest showed off his lean torso, and the whole ensemble made him look like he'd stepped out of a fashion magazine. His hair was styled impeccably, his face was freshly shaved, and he looked so devastatingly handsome that I forgot how to breathe. I felt my heart pounding so hard I thought everyone around me must be able to hear it. This was the person I'd been desperate to see, to talk to, or just be near.

Earlier, he’d helped me get something to wear from Margo. Apparently, her daughter was exactly my size, so she had some clothes on hand. Damien looked perfect. Leaning against the wall, his gaze entirely on me, he looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine shoot, not a hair out of place, even though he’d dressed only in a simple shirt and sweatpants. Meanwhile, I looked like I’d been put through the wringer….and I had. “Damien, there was a reason I warned you to stay away from my hair. Now look what you’ve done. You didn’t just pull it, you treated it like you hate it.”

he disengaged and stood up from the table for to hug properly. I buried my face in his manly chest, and tried not to cry. Damian Delance is slowly changing me for good. “Come on, don’t cry. You're mine now, and my responsibility" he said tenderly and I flushed snuggling into him. The next morning, a hairstylist had come to make two large cornrows on my hair. As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire my hair. It was time for me to leave for camp.

"I am almost there" Damien ends the call and focuses once more on driving, the face cap he had on earlier was now in the backseat and his face was revealed now. He had a face close to what he called perfection, he had small eyes, one that could hardly be seen when he laughed really hard but it had been long since he had such laughter so that didn't happen regularly, he had a pointed nose that trailed down to small, pinkish lips, his hair was jet black but his hair never maintained one color for too long, he usually dyed it different colors when he felt like.

he asked and I told him no. "Good, we're going out for breakfast, we'd spend the whole day together." We got ready to go out, I wore one of Damon's big black shirt with a pair of sandals. "Are you leaving your hair like this?" Damon asked while I combed it. "No, I'm wearing a beanie. Why do you ask?" "I just want you to leave it this way, it's beautiful this way." he said kissing the spot at the base of my neck and I closed my eyes savouring the moment.

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.

Everyone in the room waited in silence for my reaction and after some time, I smiled. "Perfect." I said softly, running a hand over it and Damien pointed toward his head. "I'm next." He told the nurse and my eyes widened as I looked back at him. Damien's hair was perfect. It was always neat and fluffy at the top of his head and his hairline was always perfectly lined up. I couldn't let him sacrifice that for me. "Damie-" "I want to." He cut me off by saying and as I looked back at him, a tear ran down my cheek and he smiled at me, allowing the nurse to come over to him and begin shaving his head.