Ezekiel Elliott Haircut Novels & Stories

When I caught up to him, breathless from both the run and the wind, I spoke calmly, "It’s not her." Ezekiel, still scanning the crowd, shook his head, "No, I swear, I saw her. The same hair... and the way she walked." I sighed deeply, placing a hand on his arm, trying to ground him. "Listen to me, it wasn’t her. I have red hair too, and so do a lot of other people here. You’re just imagining things." He hesitated, eyes still darting over the faces and figures nearby, the wild wind whipping through his hair.

He chuckled as he unzipped his pants. Ezekiel let out a sigh of content as he booped his sleeping mate's nose. "Cut it out." She murmured, snuggling closer to him. Ezekiel let out an airy chuckle before gathering her in his arms, breathing in the delicious scent of her fruit shampoo and her natural scent of chocolate as he buried his nose in her hair. Things were bizarre but yet they were not.

As my turn comes, Ethan gets busy with some drawings that a staff gave him. They suggested to highlight my hairs but I didn't wanted to experiment anything. So I just got haircut. I make sure that my hairs are neither too short nor too long in length. And in the end it reaches to the little lower to the middle of my back with slight curls at the end. Ethan kisses my hairs after he looks at me. His hairs are dark brown color just like Lucas. We come back to house and start decorating the backyard with floral arrangements. Some of Emma's co-workers helps us too.

He was slim of waist, but he held himself the way that a man did when they were familiar with battle. The same way that Ezekiel was. But here the similarities ended. This males hair was much far shorter then Ezekiel's. And where Ezekiel's hair was golden yellow the Male before him had dull blackish brown strands that didn't even brush his ears. The intruder was dressed very simply, in lose jeans, a white Tee, and sunglasses that covered his eyes from the warm sun. Preventing Ezekiel from seeing their color or shape, but he had a feeling that the males eyes would be black like the night. Eyes that would be black and as cold as ice and most likely in mid-Shift.

Elijah supplied, leaning casually against a table. Julio put a hand to his chin, thinking deeply. "Vale... I’ve heard that name before. Some mess in the papers." He leaned in closer, squinting at Ethan’s hair. "But I must say, he’s one handsome fella. And this golden hair is to die for. Did you dye it, boy?" Ethan offered a forced, polite smile. "Thanks. And no, I didn't dye it. It’s natural." "Yes, he’s a pretty boy. I’ve been telling him that all day," Elijah teased.

I saw a tall figure with broad shoulders, wearing a white button-up, black dress pants, and black shoes. I knew that back too well. I could distinguish that man anywhere in a crowded room, even in the dark—Elijah Sterling, my brother Xander, and Xavier's best friend. He punched Bryant on his jaw, making Bryant fall almost three damn meters away, crashing into his friends. "What the fuck!" Bryant got up, startled and angry about who had dared to punch him. I looked at Eli in shock. His dark black hair was combed back perfectly. I could tell he had just gotten a haircut, giving the bottom half of his hair a nice, clean look. He had that cut, like the one Brad Pitt flaunted in the movie Fury—sl

Cailen knew he was going to be one of those teenagers that looked way older than they really were just because puberty decided to randomly attack and put a bunch of hair on his face- that, and Ezekiel now stood at eye level with Cailen, if not taller, which he still doesn’t want to admit to himself. It wasn't fair, it made it hard to be intimidating when you couldn't look down at the person you were giving shit. Ezekiel kept his face clean shaven, though there wasn't that much to shave, but he didn't like all the facial hair since not many other boys had any in his class. He liked to let his hair grow out long enough to cover half his ears, any longer and it started to curl out, making his h

Then one swallowed and continued, careful with every word, "He had dark eyes and he's over six feet with even dark hair. He's almost huge, and he...," "I've heard enough," Ezekiel said again, and the scouts became silent. Ezekiel sat back on the couch, feigning calm on the outside, but his muscles coiled on the inside and he struggled to keep his breathing even. "You may leave," he said smoothly, dismissing them with a flick of his hand. They bowed, relief flooding their faces, and hurried out. The doors closed shut, and the chamber was left in silence. Ezekiel whispered the name, letting it sear his tongue like fire, "Elijah," His eyes darkened, while the torches flicked as his aura strengt

Nyla I stared at the photo on my screen, unable to look away. Ezekiel stood there by the pool, shirtless and glistening, his wet hair slicked back, those perfectly carved abs catching the sunlight like some kind of god. My brother Garrett was next to him, laughing, but my eyes only saw Ezekiel. He looked so hot it almost hurt. I’d been invited to go with them today, but the usual shyness had crept in, and I’d said no. Now I was regretting it so badly my chest ached.

It'll bring back lots of good childhood memories. "Please tell me you're not here talking to yourself..." Ezekiel begins, entering the room, his head bowed as he towel-dries his hair. "Because I'd hate to tell Mom you're losing..." His words trail off as he looks up and our eyes meet. I've had my fill of his body as I walk here. Only with him, I'm not noticing his tattoos, but his abs, his movements. My God, even this man's steps turn me on. And getting turned on is the last thing I need right now.