Henry Cavill Hairstyles Novels & Stories

SCARLETT Caelum is supposed to be in his office, but instead I find Cassian there, with Caelum's slut of a secretary under his desk. For a moment I wonder if she's done this before with her boss, my husband but that's only a brief thought. As she wipes her mouth clean of Cassian's cock, I stare at her with revulsion. Especially how terrible her hair is, but then I smirk to myself, her hair is hazel brown, Caelum doesn't fuck brunettes, he hates that hair color, he's even asked me never to dye my hair that color or show up in a wig of that color.

Not that her body needed many decorations, Henry thought, noticing how her attire showed her feminine body which was of medium height, thin with generous curves in all the right places, once which were enough to make any other man’s imagination work crazily to see what was beyond the plain black fabric, especially with the way she stood, tall and straight, like a proud pantheress. She did look like one, he thought as he studied her more, as if her appearance wasn’t weird enough, the girl was matching it with a weirder haircut, her inky black silky hair was cut very short on the back, barely an inch from her scalp, not even hiding her neck, the fringe however was left long, reaching her chin

Sebastian and I finally arrived in front of the Malacañang Palace, I looked at my watch, and it says 4:45 in the afternoon – fifteen minutes before the event starts. I quickly jumped off the motorbike and took the helmet off from my head. Sebastian followed and slowly removed his headgear; his black medium-length hair almost touched his eyes. His hairstyle is nearly similar to Leonardo Dicaprio's, a combination of man bun and slicked-back hair, but his hair is much thicker than Leonardo's.

The only difference was that his jet-black hair was more of curly than wavy. As Abigail watched, she saw two women fighting for the young man's attention. They whispered and giggled, each trying to draw his gaze their way. They were holding his arm in a display of possessiveness. "You haven't changed a bit" Henry replied the young man, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The man was Zayn, he didn't seem to mind, he had a huge grin on his face. His eyes suddenly shifted to Abigail, and he slowly licked his lips as he studied her. She was wearing a simple white dress that ended just above her knees, and her long hair was swept up in a loose bun. Almost looking like an angel from heaven.

Henry has a smile on his face when he sees Kelanar’s cheeks turn red. When she spies Henry next, he is wearing a black leather vest, shirt, and slacks. He lays eyes on her and gives her a once over. “Not the boy tonight, I see,” says Henry. “No, not tonight. I must show that women can be warriors and beautiful. Besides, I didn’t want to go in my training clothes. I see you can clean up nice yourself.” “I guess I’ll have to treat you as a lady.” Henry laughs. “Before we go, let’s go to the shed.”

Henry speaks in an audible voice and I join my fingers together, fumbling as I try to calm my racing heartbeat. I don’t say a word and the challenger also steps out of the line. Now all eyes vacate my body and glue on his. He’s fairly well-built and quite tall. Not as tall as Henry though. The buff male has full wavy chocolate-brown hair and bold tattoos around his back. An image of a blue water dragon particularly stands out on his light skin. Beautiful.

I watched as he just stood there staring out the window for a few minutes. ‘Henry Cavill!’ I thought after pondering who he reminded me of. It was the actor Henry Cavill. He looked like a younger version. His strong jawline was dressed in a 5 o’clock shadow. It was strange how quickly I started imagining him without it. Just like the actor when he played Superman. All he needed was a red cape and he’d transform from Clark Kent to the flying alien. I almost smiled at his similar messy hair. It was dark with short, big curls. Even with the 5 o’clock shadow adding to his age, that hair would probably keep him looking boyishly young forever.

TRISTAN'S POV “Remember, no shots fired until I say so, boys. How are we feeling?” “Good, bouncy even.” It was Cavill that replied first, and I understood perfectly why. He was trying to impress, but I didn't mind. All I wanted was for him to do a good job. Henry only nodded, cradling his revolver. He was frowning as usual, and I wanted him to do whatever he thought was best for him. I only wanted him to function as well as he usually did, nothing more.

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.