Gwen Stacy Haircut Novels & Stories

I wanted to rip the clothes from her body and make love to her there, but I kept it in. "You look amazing, Gwen," I said, and she smiled. She had dyed her blonde hair closer to brown that morning as she said she would, and she looked amazing. I had sent for a Kappa from the Eclipse pack to drive us to the venue. I wanted to sit next to her and not be distracted by anything or anyone.

A bitter chuckle escapes her mouth. "Your right Zach.... and I think I know what to do... I'd start by severing whatever thing is going on between them" She fold her arms and chuckled softly. Gwen watched Selene as she touched up her makeup. It was evening already and it looked like she was going on a date. She looked really sexy, in the black dress she wore. She smirked, without anyone telling her she new who she was going out with. "Let me help you brush down your curls" Gwen tells her and takes the brush from her.

Gwen’s POV Three years later. I stared at the woman in the mirror. Her eyes were darker now. Not in color, but in weight. Her brunette hair, once soft waves down her back, was now cut blunt just above the shoulders. Clean. Sharp. Easy to manage. Easier to hide behind. I tugged my black glove a little tighter, flexing my fingers. The leather creaked faintly. Long coat. Black tank top. Black pants. Black boots. I looked like a shadow.

He had never been so wrong. Perhaps I should tell you about this witch and who she was. Her name is Gwen. She is a beautiful green-eyed with, although having brown skin color seemed off and at the same time beautiful. Her beautiful locks of black hair on dreads with the perfect smile. Gwen was the epitome of beauty.

He breathed, his eyes wide, an amused smile on his face, "you've been busy." Gwyn smiled proudly and tugged on the scrunchie holding her hair up in its ponytail. Her hair slipped out of the ponytail and light golden hair fell around her face, shoulders and back in cascading waves of gold and more gold. "I've been training," she said, taking a mock bow and whipping her beautiful hair behind her shoulders dramatically. With over exaggerated difficulty, Nathan groaned and lifted himself into a sitting position. He gave his paralyzed hand a good shake and looked at Gwyn with a pout. "No fair, you cheated."

Kacey lead the Wolf to a seat and draped a gown over her and fastened it at the back with Velcro, the Panther then proceeded to quickly brush through Stacy’s hair and lay it out in its most natural path, “So Hun, what are we going to do?” “Short. Like Ruby Rose short.” Stacy said realizing just how much she actually needed a cut. “Wow, OK so short back and sides with a sweeping top?” Kacey asked pulling out the clippers from the side drawer. “Exactly, oh and you can lose that guard,” Kacey removed the length guard from the clippers and began her work; she started with scissors taking large amounts from all over the head until it was all about 8 inches long, and then she asked, “Thought about

"Gwen, we already paid off Stefan, and he's long gone. What more can Aspen and her people possibly do?" Gwyneth studied her carefully applied makeup in the mirror, checking every detail until she was satisfied with her flawless appearance. Only then did she turn around gracefully and walk over to Zac. She tapped his forehead with her finger, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation. "You know what your problem is? You don't have enough nerve to pull off anything big." Zac pouted slightly at being scolded, mumbling defensively, "I'm just being careful. Better safe than sorry, right?"

Gwen slowly sat up, and her eyes widened slightly when she saw the visitor. “Tyron?” she exclaimed. He smiled widely, ecstatic. “Oh thank Heavens. I have finally found you.” “What happened? Is anything wrong?” Gwen asked. Tyron simply stared at her, awe replacing his happiness. “Gwen,” “What?” she asked, looking at him, confused. “Your hair. It has changed.” Confused, Gwen brought her hand to her hair and was surprised to find it longer and straighter. She brought it to her face and was shock to find it unnaturally dark.

She recoiled and stared down at me, her gaze unnerving. Gwen was an A****n of a woman. Not only was she tall, but she was also built like one. Taking a deep breath, Gwen straightened her shoulders. At 5'10", she towered over me, but her imposing height was just one aspect of her commanding presence. Gwen's dark hair, usually pulled back in a sleek chignon, had escaped its confines in the chaos of the day, a few strands framing her strong jawline. These weren't the kind of wispy flyaways that plagued most women; these were thick, purposeful strands that seemed to mirror her personality – strong, independent, and unwilling to be tamed. Her emerald green eyes held a mixture of disappointment an