Ezekiel Elliott Haircut Novels & Stories

Busy myself with the girls and try not to be next to him and be in his arms. "Is he cute?" Eli asked, she had cut her brunette hair into a nice bob cut. I found myself thinking of cutting my hair, I needed a drastic change. I had a tattoo and I guess I had always wanted to dye my hair black. It gave a distinct glow. All the focus would be on the face and not anywhere else. "Super cute." I replied, Nick wasn't the most good looking guy but his attitude made him go from a six to a ten.

Cecilia swore she would destroy Harriet Goldlane completely once she got another chance. Cecilia's thoughts were cut off when suddenly a man appeared down the Cathedral hallway. A young man with light blue hair ran up to her. "Cecilia!" GRAB! Ezekiel hugged her tightly. "Huh? Zeke, what's wrong?" asked Cecilia. Ezekiel felt his headache begin to subside as he hugged Cecilia. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Hmm… I don't know…" Ezekiel replied as he realized he was starting to regain his sense.

"It's no big deal, you were in need and i helped" Both of them stared at each other silently, separate thoughts running through each other's minds. Ezekiel stood up, his silk velvet robe sticking to his broad, masculine physique like a second skin, making every of his movements charming and seductive. "I think that's all, it's best if i sent you on your way now. I wouldn't want to disturb your rest", Zeke spoke, his hands warmly outstretched towards the door. He had his golden blonde hair tied up in a rough bun, exposing his delicately pale collarbone.

Since he wasn't wearing clothes, I could only pull his long hair if I wanted to get his attention. But what happened next made my heart skip a beat. Ezekiel, after I pulled his hair to get his attention, suddenly halted his steps. I bumped into his sturdy body as I had been pushed back afterward. Only then did I realize how outrageous my action was. Pulling the hair of the most notorious evil to get his attention? Was I out of my mind? Was there anyone in the world who would dare to do what I just did? A mere thought of it made me swallow a mouthful of saliva. I knew it. This man was definitely pissed after I touched his beautiful hair. I should have known that it was something like his reve

Perfect. I turned to head back— I was just nearing the front desk planning on asking Addie and Lexi how the night was going and if the gym had been super busy today or not, when a hand slid through my hair. Too close. Way too close to my ass. I jumped. Fucking Ezekiel. He stood there smiling like he hadn’t just shaved ten years off my life. “Your curls are looking stunning this evening,” he said smoothly. “Trying something new?” “I—it’s just a ponytail,” I stammered.

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

It was clear he had been home all day. “Oh, hey Dane.” Ezekiel said waving his hand. “Don’t tell me you’ve been playing games all day.” I said, frowning at him. He looked a lot like mom with his brown hair and blue eyes. “Don’t even give me that shit.” He said, frowning at me. Mom grabbed his arm.

Before she knew it, her breathing had grown heavier. Though peeking was wrong, an accidental glance wasn't a crime. Ezekiel's flawless proportions could rival any video game character. He was indeed a living work of art. "Ms. Everhart, do you like what you see?" Ezekiel spoke up, his back still turned to her. His voice was slightly hoarse, laced with a trace of amusement. "Ms. Everhart, if you want to look, go ahead. It's just a bit of skin, after all. I'm a grown man. I won't mind.

I noticed that I had lost a lot of weight, accentuating my ribs and collarbone. I noticed traces of dirt on my arms and face and I had small twigs sticking out of my hair. I usually dyed my hair dark brown, but a more reddish shade of my natural hair could easily be seen at the top of my head. A haircut was long overdue. I stepped in the shower and sighed when the water poured down my body, relishing the warmth. After a very satisfying shower, I stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. Elijah was sitting on the bed, looking at me with a shocked expression.

He was dutiful and always behaved appropriately, his intentions were both righteous and moral, and his departure had been a great loss to the Legion. When the wide, rounded steel entrance door opened, Aurelia was amazed by the appearance of Ezekiel as he appeared in the door frame and spread his arms with a happy smile. Based on the descriptions of himself and his voice, she had expected a coarse and massive man, packed with broad muscles. But here stood a gentleman in front of her, who was indeed very tall, she estimated almost two meters, which made him tower a few centimeters above Pareios and Viktor, but he was anything but coarse. He had broad shoulders, yes, but the extremities were lo