Guys With Fluffy Hair Novels & Stories

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.

Clearly the man saw picture taking as way more serious than the average person, but that didn’t mean she would star in his images, especially since she didn’t know him. The other guy with the brown wavy hair never said anything, but he didn’t have to. It might have stopped the sex radiating from him. Dear God, why was she being tempted today? She was trying to be a good girl this summer. And these men were distractions. They were eye candy, chiseled physiques in those small European cut bathing suits, full lips, and high, yet masculine cheekbones. However, they did have their differences. Where one’s hair was long and blond, the others laid low in brown waves. Where the blond stared back at

"Those buttfaces have been getting all the girls' attention the moment they appeared." Just like the other three, these guys were tall, pale and freakishly attractive, at least this bunch didn’t have crazy hair colors but one had much long hair which was quite the sight. What’s up with these kids this semester. Alex thought, his pen making its way between his teeth.

A blonde male mumbled as he ruffled Ken’s already messed up hair. “And he missed yesterday’s practice.” A taller guy pointed out “Yeah, Kenneth.” The blonde agreed. “And he hasn’t been answering any of his messages.” Another dude added. This guy had raven hair and a baseball hat. He was holding one leg of Ken’s while the blonde guy held Ken’s upper body, the taller dude was tickling Ken. Ken was half hopping on one leg while the last guy was digging in his pockets and pulling out cash.

Chapter 2 At the end of his stroll, Derek found two men. They were built like they treated their body with so much care and discipline. Their broad shoulders and hard chests were evidence of their sleepless nights in the gym. Their muscles were perfectly defined without looking forced. Their shirtless stomachs were flat and firm, each line of their abs clear under the red light. The only difference between them was the hair. The first one was bald, and his bald head gave him a sharp look. While the other one had messy long hair. His hair made him stand out in the midst of others.

Crowding a table in the corner of the break room, Will and Liezel listened to him with lesser appetite once he started devouring his meal. “Cool,” Will said and his facial expression slightly tensed at the sight of a lettuce sliding off between the fat meat in Glen’s sandwich. “Don’t you ever consider getting a new haircut? Cutting your hair short?” he said. It was needless to say that he couldn’t help but notice his friend’s hair that was disturbingly growing out in all directions. “I already told you, dude. Girls dig big guys with big hair,” Glen told Will. “It gives them the impression that everything about me is huge. Everything. As in everything. Get it?” He smirked, resembling a white

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

It’s quite thin on top, but the bottom makes up for it. He looks like a sleeping cherub, now that she thinks about it. Except his hair isn’t curly in the least. It’s straight and smooth, quite floppy if she may add. The image is making her mentally laugh. She’s picturing a weirdly coherent headbang with that kind of hair. She lets out a soft snort.

“Take some nice deep breaths for me.” “Maybe just open some windows, it’s hot in here,” I suggest, and he laughs. “The windows are already open, you silly goose. Now, let me take a look at you; see what we can do.” I sigh, feeling extremely uncomfortable with some random man in my face and another messing around with my hair even if they were both evidently gay. “What shall we do with your hair, sweet?” The other guy asks, brushing his fingers through my hair. I shrug and bite my lip. “I don’t know. I’m leaving my duckling self in your capable hands” I mumble with a pout, and both men chuckle clearly amused.

His foul breath almost made me puke. He had light brown hair, and the other guys with him looked like his friends. But I think one has to be more than a friend, perhaps his brother because he had the same hair shade and strong jaws as him. The third guy was tall. He had black hair, and a scar on his face, and both his hands were in his pockets looking undisturbed. "Your boyfriends aren't with you today?" the second shorter guy asked. "What do you mean by that? What boyfriends?" I asked.