Ezekiel Elliott Haircut の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

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.

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

The room suddenly went silent. There he was, Elijah! The loser husband of Sarah which Samantha and Natasha were talking about. Elijah was in a state of worth seeing. His hair was in a messy state. He always keeps his hair well combed so no one realised that it was actually really long. Not long enough to make a small ponytail or anything. It was longer from the front than back and it was covering his forehead in its messy state, making him look really handsome at that moment. He was wearing a white shirt and the first two or three buttons were open and the sleeves were rolled up.