Guys With Fluffy Hair Novels & Stories

The one who looked to be younger than the first one asked, his hair was shorter and cut at the sides. "Yeah, who are you?" The one whom I presumed to be the youngest of them all asked pushing out his chest and trying to look scary, he had curly hair that was medium length, and it was dyed blonde at the tips. "None of your business, now move you, idiots!" Robyn tried to push her brothers out of the way and pulling the one who tried to look scary with his hair and he groaned in pain. "Robyn I'm still older than you!" he grumbled rubbing his hair and Robyn rolled her eyes.

Waking up the following morning, Adanna and Alyssa welcomed two visitors. "Isn't he the weirdo from yesterday?" Adanna asked pointing at one of the two men. She pointed at the blue haired male they had met the day before. He looked neat and his looks were profound that he had tied his hair at the back. He plaited the endings in a goddard hairstyle letting it fall at his lower back. He left the wavy strands coming from the top of his hair flow to his sides.

which made Tamar more upset. "Why are all of them trying so much to chase the long hair guy away from her? "at least Rissa, let us introduce ourselves to her so she can feel safe," the long hair guy said. His three friends were silent for a while before they all agreed. The blonde-haired guy with a round chubby face was the first to start the intro. "I'm Marek," he said curtly. "Iyyar, " the one with the Viking gold hair and bristles eyebrow said.

Long legs, lean muscular bodies with to-die-for facial features. Both of them wore long-sleeve shirts, the sleeves rolled up to their elbows, just as I loved how a guy should dress. Damian had shorter hair, parted sideways, the side was shaved, the top long. And his friend, Rai, had longer hair, parted in the middle, the front long, up to his chin, something like the 90s bowl cut, but thinner and neater. They were so handsome. Topped it off with the deep, husky voice of Damian, and the deep, smooth voice of Rai, making them oh-so-sexy at the same time.

As I got meet up with Hino, I saw him waiting for me at the cafe we agreed to meet up at. "Hey dude!" He greeted. I sat on the chair at the other side of his table. "You know, I'm still not used to seeing you with that haircut. It suits you though." "Thanks. Although this won't last long. I'm definitely going to grow it out again." He touches his hair, unsatisfied with its length. "Long hair makes you look like a girl. Well, it's just your face that's girly."

The spring breeze blows gently, warm, stroking the face. The sprinkling of dew grains in Luna Mist waterfall feels fresh, touching the cheeks. On the arena stage, two young men stood staring at each other, ready to fight. One with long hair looks like he's in the wind. The impression is mysterious. While the other young man, he looks neat in clothes like a literati complete, with a Hanfu hat. The young man had a polite face, although he was incapable.

Thought the Queen. The servant saw a weird young guy who wasn't much older than herself, and his acquaintance first. His face was little, but lovely in its own way. His physique was in peak condition, and any normal Harpy male would have had no trouble drawing the attention of any close female looking for mates... and certainly their mothers! However, he was spoiled with bold, royal blue hair with weird white streaks as long as the length of his hair, straight like silk, to his shoulders.

His hair wasn't long but cut to almost reach his skull. He's cute, and he has a charming face. "I'm Noah!". Another guy introduces himself to me. He's fair in complexion and he's muscular. None of them were putting on anything in their upper body, so I would see what their bodies looked like. "I'm Jack!". The last guy who hadn't introduced himself said, and he had a very bright smile on his face. He wasn't muscular and his upper body seems to be like that of Josh. He's also fair in complexion…… and his hair is black like that of mine.

Towering over the others, he carries himself with a regal air, as though he owns the ground he walks on. The three men flanking him are a study in contrasts. One sports long dark hair tied back in a ponytail, while another is completely bald and stands no taller than me, perhaps even a bit shorter. Both are difficult to age, but I’d guess they’re somewhere in their twenties. Each holds a gun in their hands, the weapons glinting ominously in the light. The last member of their group is younger, probably around KC’s age. He has darker skin and a stubble of pitch-black hair, as if he has recently shaved his head. A knife glints in his hand, and his eyes are fixed intently on me.

Silence filled the room and everyone watched as a guy with dark hair looked over the guy and glared furiously. "Get in my way again and I will rip your head off!" The guy growled and he was soon joined by friends. Brooklyn noted a ginger guy with a grin on his face, a brown haired guy with a frown and a long blonde haired guy with a blank expression. Brooklyn studied the guys, but her eyes were drawn to the blonde. His face was empty, void of any emotion. He scratched his stubble and watched as the dark haired guy scared the boy on the ground.