Eva Marcille Short Hair Novels & Stories

I didn't mention any titles, just my first name. They shared the same towering height at over 200 centimetres, broad shoulders, and olive-toned skin that hinted at Mediterranean heritage. Their dark brown hair was styled similarly, yet subtle variations set them apart. Marc stood just a touch taller, the extra centimetre adding an almost imperceptible dominance. His lips were fuller, and a cleft chin added a distinct character to his face. His eyebrows were perfectly symmetrical, giving him an air of composed strength.

Something she could walk around in all day and not feel suffocated. Since she spent most of her time typing, she preferred short nails. Hell, she didn't even like having them done at all. Eva let herself admit that she liked her hair short. It was the one thing that had people guessing who was who and she hadn't wanted to be different. So she wore it similar to Rossy's. But lord did she hate it. For starters, it was too much work maintaining it. Shoulder-length hair wouldn't give her so much stress on wash hair day. Despite their looks, she truly was the opposite of her sister and it was time she admitted it. And accepted it.

As we sit the room fills and a couple sit in front of us. “Hey Kiera, is this the new girl you told us about?” The girl asks with a sweet smile. “Yes, Mierta, these are my closest and dearest friends. Angelique and Zayne. Angelique has long blonde hair with blue eyes. She is a walking Barbie if I ever saw one. Zayne is a fashionably dressed guy. His hair is shaved on the sides and wavy on top. He has on name brand attire from head to toe. Plus his eyebrow is pierced and his tall athletic build tells me he has no body fat whatsoever. They both smile at me.

A queen didn’t need to be driving. Camilla exited the car, her shoulder length hair blowing in the wind. She had shortened it a month after she left him. At first, he panicked until Christian explained it could be part of her healing process. It hadn’t grown to the same length it was when she first came into his life, but it was still long enough for him to pack a handful. Was she still as naughty? Foul-mouthed? Maksim’s gaze lowered to his hoodie and the words scribbled in white ink in the middle. What would she think of that?

“Are you sure you want it that short?” Eloise asks her niece looking at her in the mirror. “I’m very sure, Auntie; I’m fourteen today and you promised me a haircut. I chose this one.” Celine turns around in the old but sturdy wooden chair. It wobbles gently on the slightly uneven flagstones that cover the floor in this small stone-built cottage’s kitchen. Celine currently has wavy dark-blonde hair down to the middle of her back, and while she has loved having long hair, it was time for a change.

His eyes slightly trembled. Emma was 167 centimeters tall. She had long black hair that had a natural curvature. Her facial features were small and delicate, and her features were exceptionally beautiful. Her pupils were jet black and clear. What attracted Archie the most was her red lip. It was soft and tender like the petals of a rose. If he kissed it, he would even be able to taste its fragrance.

Her hair was wavy and black and she was very beautiful. My body was weird to me. The upper half of my body was slightly curvy but not too much and once you got to my waist my legs were kind of small and I was very short and petite for my age. I had only b cup-sized boobs and my butt was average. I had brown hair that was extra long, freckles littering the area under my eyes and all over my nose and I often wore my circular glasses which I could barely see without. Last was Amber-Rose. Amber was a beautiful caramel colour and her hair was curly, dark brown and long going almost down to her waist. Amber is pretty and sweet and dresses smart yet casual, the perfect mix of femininity and beauty.

“Oh, your hair is a lot longer now. Odd. How have it grown so long in just a matter of days?” From a short cut, Matteo’s copper hair grew three inches longer, with soft waves coming out from its edges. It was a new look that she found attractive and sexy. His stance too changed. That of a man holding so much power similar to the Vitalis Master - well, not like she was trying to compare them in the first place. Matteo observed her with adoration. His smile, Amanda found, was like that of a man looking at his soon-to-be-wife.

traditional Māori greeting). Gael responds in kind to her and she turns to me. I get my first good look at our beta, Karamea. She is short for a werewolf, standing at about 5’7”. She has beautiful bronze-colored skin and caramel, almond shaped eyes. Her strong jaw adds a ferocity to her high cheekbones and beautiful features. Karamea’s hair is pulled into a low ponytail, but it’s easy to see that when unbound, it would hang below her waist, waves adding dimension and body to it’s shiny blackness. She smiles at me as she walks over, her Māori facial tattoo stretching on her lips. The fish hooks on her chin pointing up towards her lips and down towards her neck, her lips black with a sma

Mrs Elaina Martins studied her expression. She took in Eretia's features. She was beautiful. Her hair straight and long in a single braid that ended down her back. She wore no make up and her very sharp chin was cute. Eretia happened to wear what she had, simple gray woolen dress, long sleeved and tight around her hips with sandals.