Damon Albarn Haircut Novels & Stories

Dylan said with a cheerful smile on. “Really,” I said with a smile. “I am fine.” Dylan had curly hair that danced around his frame, giving him a bouncy look. He had sunkissed skin and bright eyes which made him the ultimate optimistic personality. Hawk on the other hand. “I see.” He had a mohawk hair cut and he was gangster like in nature. “Who exactly is it you want to see?” Dylan peered. “Don't worry about it, I'll just look for her my myself.”

Damon let me go. He leaned down, his hot lips pressing against the top of my head. Loose strands of hair rained down. "So? Big enough surprise for you?" His tone was light and proud, like he'd just pulled off a fun prank. "Don't be mad, my little moon. Hair grows back." I didn't look at him. I turned and walked, step by step, toward the stairs. My hair felt so light. It was short and uneven, like it had been chewed on by a wild animal.

" She turns her face towards the bathroom. Damon steps out, and obviously, he is looking handsome. His looks have totally changed from before. He is wearing a white shirt, a blue jacket, and blue jeans. Damon has blue eyes like his father. This blue jacket and his blue eyes are fully matched to his outfit. "Oh, my goodness, you look like a young child artist, baby." Samantha jumps in the air with excitement. "Come to me." As Damon approached Samantha, she stared at him from head to toe. "Something is missing." She rubs her chin with her thumb. Damon looks at himself while trying to find out what is missing. "Oh yes, your hairstyle." She picks up the hair comb and sits on her knees according

Damon would’ve been completely intimidating if not for the incongruity of all that hair pulled into a knot at the back of his head. Someone so polished, so sophisticated, so rigid in his appearance wearing a…man bun. A corded expanse of tanned neck contrasted with his light blue shirt. His broad shoulders blocked her view of the room, but Wendy didn't care. Her stare was riveted to his body. He was powerfully built, his arm tanned and flecked with black hair below the turned back pearl-studded cuff.

“I was supposed to have weeks to grow the idea of being mates, but that time was stolen from me. I don’t want this, but I don’t feel like I have a choice……“ Damon wouldn’t look me in the eye. I wasn’t trying to hurt his feelings but I knew I had when I saw tears flowing from his eyes. He continued rinsing my hair, then tried pulling it up to ring it out and replace the clip but I winced in pain when I felt the hair pulling through the wounds on my back. “How bad does it hurt?” He continued “I can get Alan to give you pain medicine. We haven’t given you any yet since you’ve been unconscious and we didn’t know what you were allergic too but now that you are awake we can get you something…”

It had been a while since he had seen him properly. Then he what it was that was different, it was the hairstyle. Damien usually kept his hair neatly styled, but now it had grown out slightly. It made him look younger and less strict. And dangerously attractive. Ethan quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Damien finally spoke. “Unblock me,” Damien said, “and do one more thing for me.” Ethan blinked in confusion. He had been too distracted staring at him to fully hear what he said. “What?” Damien pushed himself off the dresser and walked toward him.

Even Blake was concerned too, but he was not affectionate, unlike Robert. It has been a week also since Damon had not met shower, toothbrush, and changing his clothes. He smelled a lot like alcoholic beverages and the usual smell you smell when you don’t take a shower. Damon grabbed his phone and sought for an update. “Tell me good reasons why I shouldn’t kill one of your crew,” he said.

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

He held out his palm, which I ignored, and as I walked past him into the building, he quickly caught up with me and grabbed me by the wrist. “You should be happy I’m holding your hand in public, Princess. I don’t do cringey things like this.” I opened my mouth to give a witty response, but never got around to it, as a tall man in a suit, with several face tattoos and braided hair, walked up to us. “Damon Vyon, a pleasure to see you,” he greeted, offering his hand for a handshake. Damon clasped it firmly, his face crashing in a little smile. “Pleasure’s mine, Carlos.”

“Will you do that again?” He quickly shook his head, refusing to meet my gaze or even raise his head up. “No, Alpha. I swear on the moon goddess.” The headache vanished. Finally, “Alright. The rest of you, get up.” This was all crazy. Did these people expect me to run this place like a boot camp? Before I could answer them, a loud clattering sound came from the staircase at the end of the hall. Damon ran down the steps, wearing a leather jacket over one of those long tunics. He looked completely ridiculous, as the tunic bunched up around his waist like an oversized skirt. He was holding a small broom in his right hand, looking thoroughly annoyed.