Guys With Fluffy Hair Novels & Stories

His freshly shaved head gleamed under the lights. Behind him, Charles, Miles and Adan stepped into the ward, all sporting matching shiny scalps. It couldn’t be helped. Ryan glanced at the four men and broke into a laugh. “Are you guys crazy? You look so funny… why did you shave off your hair?” He asked. Adan chuckled. He put the whiteboard away and answered, “As your support system, we decided to cut off all our hair until yours grows back.” “But I still have my hair,” Ryan remarked.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Maybe because I am new over here. Anyways so, it was safe to stare at them.... Of three boys one was big muscles like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular and honey blond. The last was lanky,less bulky with untidy bronze colored hair. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the fashion magazine. The short girl was thin, with small features her hair deep black, cropped short....

Hers was in a bob style. “Don't mind her please, I am not that good,” I replied, chuckling. “What are you guys?” I asked, looking at the five men and the three ladies at the side. “Rogues?” One of the girls with black hair answered, she hadn't been talking and when she did she moved away from the tree she was resting on and went to the seat beside the girl with golden hair who was sitting on a rock. Her posture was incredible. “Uhm... You don't look exactly like a rogue.” I answered back.

"What the hell girl! Are you trying to give us all a heart attack, rather than coffee?!" The guy with pink dyed spiky hair shrieked, staring at her in bewilderment and anger. Emma thought that he would have looked handsome a bit if he hadn't decided to go power ranger on his hair. The other guy with short, but curly black hair, had a surprised but amazed look on his face. She wondered why he hadn't ordered for the rest, or perhaps call their attention earlier as she had stood there.

Kind of like a hazel, but they had more color to them. His dark-chocolate brown hair was parted and arched at the top, like one of those f-boy hairstyles. He wasn't an f-boy, though. He just liked the style. But a lot of girls thought he was cute and had total crushes on him. I was surprised he was still single. He was funny, nice, smart, and good-looking.

He billowed around in a white gown and stopped next to Teddy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Teddy craned his neck around to look up at him as he stood, eyes closed, a mountain of hair and gown. Gorham’s hairstyle could best be described as ‘interesting’. On top, was a bundle of greying, bouncy curls, at the back of which hung long, straight, teased, and dry strands which rounded out like a platypus tail. It clearly needed an enormous amount of maintenance. It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars.

Apparently, his attempt to make a good impression had failed miserably. He exhaled a dreary gasp and shrugged his shoulders at their impudence. He couldn't say much since all of them were of the same age as his so-called girlfriend, thus older than him. Both boys in the groups had black hair and dark brown eyes. Each of them had chiseled jaws and fair skin. One of them had sharp facial features, whereas the other one seemed to have a comparatively bulky build. They both were also a few centimeters taller than Creed and had traces of trimmed facial hair.

“Too much damn hair in my face. I’m choking over here.” I laugh, breathless, and roll off him, flopping onto my back. “Deal with it, Alpha. Comes with the territory.” He props himself up on one elbow, still catching his breath, and blows a chunk of my hair off his lips. “You’ve got way too much of it. It’s like sleeping with a golden retriever.” I gasp, full fake-offended. “Excuse me? Girls would kill for this hair.” “Yeah?” He smirks. “And boyfriends would kill to get away from it.”

His voice. "You've never been with a girl alone?" "Huh... Do I look like I've not?" "You... You were accused of being gay." "Do you think I am? I know I'm handsome but am I that beautiful to be gay?" Is he flirting... "Huh, tell me." "I...what...you..." He wanted to touch my hair but I flinched. What's with guys and my hair. "What?" "I don't like men touching my hair." He smiled. "So now, I'm a man to you?"