Guys With Fluffy Hair Novels & Stories

My curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself looking out to try to see the two guys everyone seemed to drop for. I found Reed reasonably quickly as I knew what he looked like with his long blonde hair pulled back into a man bun. He was standing next to a guy maybe an inch or two taller than him, which was hard to believe as Reed was already a giant. I could only see the back of his head with messy, longish dark brown hair on his head. He was just as massive as Reed. He had solid muscle with a slight bit of a tribal tattoo that peeked out from his uniform on the left side of his neck and collarbone, then again down his arm on the same side.

Diego lost it when the girl he liked came and started playing with my hair; I only added fuel to the fire by wiggling my eyebrows with a smug look on his face, which of course angered him more, that little bitch went out brought an electric razor and shaved off my beautiful hair one night, right before some college dance or festival "You're not going to touch my hair. Dude, who are you talking to, is someone coming with you?. HEY, DON'T TELL ME YOU HAVEN'T CAUGHT A PLANE YET. Haru and Hiroto are on their way already "As much as we want to be there from Adam, we have our lives to attend to. Hiroto even has a kid on the way, we're hoping it to be a girl so that we can spoil the little princess

With white hair he likes! Trying to catch up with the sentence structured in my head, I move my fingers swiftly and type them out. >HotGuy InTheBed: I am a hot guy. >HotGuy InTheBed: I have white hair, and I am not wearing any pants. >HotGuy InTheBed: In fact, as you should know, I don’t like to wear pants. White hair guy with no pants? What are you? Are you a- >HotGuy InTheBed: People call me real life Donald Duck.

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

Her hair starts to move on its own and it bursts into flames which becomes a richer color than her default hair color. “Shit!” Everyone started running for their lives as the hair grew rapidly and started attacking everyone indiscriminately. As for the owner, she doesn’t seem to care. Nu-ying looks and seems psychopathic. Fukuna has trouble dodging them. The hair is too fast for her, swinging around like a fast whip. Fukuna tripped but Cai Kang then saved her. “Nuying, stop this. You’re gonna kill us all!” He yells. The martial artists save anyone who is close to being attacked by the fiery hair. Since all of them are athletic, it wasn’t difficult to escape.

Now what other ridiculous thing do they want to do? My reflex immediately screamed when the two girls suddenly grabbed my hair so hard. What are they doing? I couldn't rebel because my hair might fall out if I pushed them away from me. Lavender and Yufi joined their two friends to grab me. Alright, this is going too far! "Hey!" shouted a guy who sounded not far from us. I couldn't see it because it was blocked by the bodies of the girls who ganged up on me. I felt the guy's presence as, one by one, the girls let go of my hair. They ran away from me.

Soon, Summer and Emma joined me as we let our hair loose, swaying to the music and giggling when Summer made a raunchy move, making me blush. “Hey, are you new here?” I nodded at the cute guy with blond curls as he closed the distance between us. He was clean shaved and wearing pants and a well-fitted tee. But he wasn’t James. “Sorry, I’m taken.” I grinned, waving at Emma and Summer, who waved back. “Holy shit,” the guy stuttered, his cheek turning pink. “Are you girls throuples or some shit?” “Hey.” I frowned, my head buzzing from dancing so much. “We are ladies. And it’s called throuple.”

He was a towering figure, standing at 6'4" with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He had chiseled features, with a strong jawline and piercing grey eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. His hair was a rich, golden blond, styled in messy spikes that gave him a carefree and devil-may-care appearance. Despite his tough exterior, he wore a permanent smirk on his face, giving off an aura of confidence and playfulness. A mischievous glint never left his eyes, as if he was always up to something fun and exciting, even though he did not fully understand what was going on in that moment.

Darius shot him the bird without looking up from his phone. “Moving on,” Mia said. “We need to talk about this hair.” That got his attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted at her like he hadn’t understood what she was saying. “What’s wrong with my hair?” he asked. “The fans love my mohawk. I have little kids getting their hair cut just like it.” “Firstly, it’s not a mohawk. It’s a fauxhawk at best and a mullet at worst.”