Fluffy Hair Guys Novels & Stories

the guy with curly hair remarked, clutching the stacks of money tightly in his hands and bursting into laughter. "Stop laughing, man. I feel terrible. She's dead because of us," the other guy responded, placing the bag back on his back. "Don't be such a coward. There are plenty of fish in the sea, countless hot chicks out there," the curly-haired guy continued, moving closer to his friend. "We can hit the club tomorrow and..." "Find another girl," I finished his sentence, stepping in front of them and adjusting my face cap to conceal my identity. "Yeah, dude, can you believe this guy? He's a pussy. I think he fell in love with a bad girl. She wanted nothing more than a friends-with-benefits

I called. "What did you say?* I did not hear you, he said as I glared at him. "Brother!" I called and before I knew it someone was already rubbing my hair and destroying the hairstyle that took a while to make. "You are not allowed to rub my hair!" I pushed his hand away. "Why?! Your hair is smooth and fluffy" He raised his brows as if not knowing what he did wrong. "Fluffy?! I'm not a dog!" I pushed him away While mom and Dad smiled at the side.

'Not as good as our mate,' my wolf growls, clearly territorial. After slipping it over my head and taking note that it falls almost to my knees, I step out of the protection of the trees, my hackles up—although, slightly less than before at being given a shirt to wear by one of them—when I spot two huge men—one of them sans shirt—with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The girl, although smaller in stature, shares matching features. Except, where the two guys have their hair trimmed short, hers falls to her waist in soft, thick waves. "Can I help you?" I quip irritably as I fold my arms beneath my breasts.

the blonde guy raised up his hands and walked away. I was left with the older guy. He looked handsome, really handsome. Like some Hollywood celebrity. In fact, he shared some resemblance with Henry cavil . His curly dark hair had a few gray in it at his temples, his beautiful eyes were dark green and his jaw looked strong and he had a grayish black stubble. He was tall, so much taller than me. I mean, I was only four eight, but I was up to five feet in my heels and still, this man towered over me. His suit looked really expensive and his cologne had a wonderful smell that just did things to my body – Suspicious things!

Always the charmer, that one. “I’ve got a paper to do tonight, I won’t be at practice. Want to order some pizzas or something for dinner?” Ron asked as he sat back in his chair and looked at me. I looked back at my mirror image, different only in hairstyle. Archie’s black hair was a mop of long hair on top, boyish and flirty like some of the soccer athletes from Europe wore theirs. Ron’s was cut in a sensible style, short back and sides, a little longer on top. Mine was a little long all over, mostly because I didn’t care about bi-weekly haircuts and styling gel. I just wanted it to grow long enough that I could tie it back and be done with it.

Yuki min He's tall, but not too tall, but explicitly bigger than I am, his head a color of mint green. He seems to have a personality similar to that of a sloth. He seems inactive mostly and prefers quiet but can be a cute fun guy when he chooses to be. He has a gummy smile which the entire fandom adores. 4. Hobi Jung Red hair may be bold, but auburn is its rich, super flattering cousin. Whether you prefer a shade that leans brown or embraces orange, his hair color instantly adds warmth and depth to his look.

"H-Hello..." Madelyn lifted her gaze and saw a relevantly big-sized guy standing in her way. His hair looked greasy, and Madelyn wondered if it was just the water, or if he had not been washing his hair for days. The guy was about six feet and a little chubby. "Can I help you?" Madelyn asked. The guy snickered while staring at Madelyn with a silly smile. "Heh heh... You're gorgeous! Can you be my girlfriend?" "Hahaha..."

He was reasonably tall and smooth going. He didn’t look like a troublemaker. Even at his old age, Angela could say he was good looking. His hair had turned grey but the grey hair was shiny and stylish. His hair was made to a modern-day hairstyle. It really fitted him. He wore a Hawaii shirt and matching Hawaii shorts. He had put on loose flip flops. Everyone took a seat, waiting for the next thing that would happen. Angela felt as if she had a connection with this man. The way he looked at her was very familiar. Looking at his face alone, made her eyes spark with interest.

Identical twins, and handsome as hell. Both of them have long hair with blended shades of brown and blonde. One of them has his in a ponytail, tightly fastened at the top of his head. Their divine toned bodies are on full display before our eyes, my mouth waters as my gaze fixates upon their bulging manhood.

A man with silver haired tips says and was stretching his back. “General? Am I still a pretty boy?” A man with a white-blonde hair that was brushed and styled back with a gel asks him. Instead of one, there were two black eyes that made him look like a panda. I had to look away because I was on the verge of laughing at the man’s current state.