Guys With Fluffy Hair Mga Nobela at Kwento

I look to see who it is and was surprised to see four attractive guys walk in the living room. The guy that announced their arrival was cute. He was tall and well fit with a nice golden tan. His hair was dirty blond in a wavy, almost messy-like hair style. He has brown eyes and a sharp jawline. You could also see there his facial hair grows around it and above his lip, but it looks nicely shaved. He looked so slim and fit that you could see more of his Adam’s apple than the rest of the others. When he smiles, you could see his perfectly white teeth.

but I’m interrupted. “Ryan?” one of the shorter men piped up, flicking through a notepad. “Scruffy blonde beard, down brown eyes, blonde hair. Tall but not as broad as me? Black leather jacket?” My mind whirrs to a halt for a second, “yes, that’s the guy.”

He goes to grab me, and my beast jumps, kicking off his chest and flipping back away from him in front of my pack. I look at all the guys as my beast relaxes, giving me back my control. One has blood all over the front of his shirt from his nose, which is now healed. His hair hangs loose with curls down to his midsection. One has dirt and ash all over the front of his shirt. His hair is shorter all around but is slightly longer on top; it is neatly styled to be a little messy. The third has buzzed sides fading up to hair that is spiked up messily, but it suits him. The last one stands with a perfect pearly white smile, and I lock eyes with him. The sides of his hair are short, and the top is

'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.

I nodded a bit and was about to continue walking when I heard a voice. "How about playing with us?" It says. We quickly turned around to see who that person was, and then we saw three guys with their black clothes, smirking at us. I looked at them from head to toe. One has red hair, cool but it doesn't suit his skin color. One has a black hair, and I think he is the most handsome guy among the two and the other one has blonde hair, and for a guy, he is small. Are they wolves? A rogue specifically?

I grabbed it, hopeful for a second, but before I could check the name on the screen, I felt a slight tug on my hair. “What’s up, doll, all alone in this rain?” I turned to face the three guys who had approached. Crooked smiles, eyes too lazy for the situation. Another one ran his fingers through my wet hair. “Get off me, you idiot.” “I like wild girls.” My stomach churned not with fear, but with pure irritation. They picked the wrong girl to mess with today. My hands clenched into fists. My blood boiled. The guy who touched my hair laughed, thinking I was just another girl alone in the rain, vulnerable. Dumbass.

With each step, the skirt swirled around him, showcasing his confidence and individuality. His shoulder-length hair was expertly gathered and styled into a sleek, low bun at the nape of his neck. Each strand was carefully smoothed back, accentuating the natural shine and texture of his locks. A few loose tendrils framed his face delicately, adding a touch of softness to the overall look. Luke stood out effortlessly, a true embodiment of style and grace amidst the gala's elite.

I used to have one too. Jessica flung her blonde hair in my face, in an exaggerated attempt to watch Lily walk away. The rest of her crew were already coming to my table. The tallest of the guys had blue eyes, his first shirt bottom popped off and neatly styled honey coloured bangs, falling all over his head. Under different circumstances, I would have shamelessly ogled at him and maybe even gotten wet. But, he was just part of a crew of dickheads, who thought bullying people was fun.

The air was thick with anticipation as Hyunjin and Felix entered the packed concert venue. The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsating with the raw, primal beats that thrummed from the stage. Hyunjin's long black hair swayed as he moved, his lean body clad in tight, dark clothing that accentuated his lithe frame. Felix, with his tousled blond locks and freckled face, practically radiated with a playful, teasing energy.

I shook my head slow, tears dripping to the floor. “Raise that ugly head!” one barked. “Or I’ll rip it off and make you hold it.” My heart froze. I didn’t want to, but fear won. My neck lifted before I could stop it. There were four of them standing there, tall and powerful. They looked alike—brothers, maybe—but each had his own twist. One had golden blond hair that caught the light like fire, one had fiery auburn locks swept back, one had raven black strands that fell sharp over his forehead, and the last had copper red waves that looked almost soft.