Henry Cavill Hairstyles Novels & Stories

That was when Henry realized they had all styled their hair into another cool style. “Oh, that explains why you guys look so different and beautiful today.” Ivory said and they smiled. “Ivory, look at me alone, focus on me baby, how do I look?” Daniel asked and Ivory laughed. “You look handsome and amazing Daniel.” “Thank you baby.” He said and blew her a kiss. “Wait, what about me?” Danielle asked as she spun around and pouted.” “You look amazing too.” “Thanks.” She replied and giggled. “Whatevet guys, you should have called Eddy and showed him your new hair cut, rather than calling me.” Henry said.

Coleen set aside what she'd been reading to give her a warm smile. Dr. Coleen Smith was in her mid forties and resembled Nicole Kidman a lot from her red curly hair to her stunning blue eyes. She was married to a man who worked as a surgeon in an affluent hospital. Xiana had seen her psychiatrist's husband a couple of times in the past, and she found him having a strong resemblance to an older version of actor Henry Cavill. Dr. Coleen and her equally good looking husband were blessed with two lovely kids, a boy and a girl.

Cailen shrugged out of his current attire and slipped into the outfit, taking it upon himself to roll up the sleeves of the jacket and shirt because the classic suit and tie look really wasn't him. Cailen then stepped into the bathroom to quickly do his hair, styling it into a messy windswept look because he didn't really know how much time he had. Sure enough, as he was just putting the finishing touches on his hair, there was a knock at the door that had Cailen grinning in excitement.

“Didn’t think I would see the day where I would sit on your lap and gaze upon your face. Smiling and happy. I missed you so much, Harry.” There was an ache in his expression despite him keeping a wide smile. He nodded and kiss her forehead. Letting his warm lips lingers on her forehead. His body was so warm and with little droplets on his skin, it made him super irresistible. Harry was kinda a hairy man. With chest hair that runs down to his navel, he was her wet dream coming true. It made him look even manlier. Though he held the face of her favorite supermodel, he held the body of her favorite superhero. Even so, Henry Cavil has nothing over Harrison Walton.

However, she held me firmly, and her face stern, like she was ready for war. The tension in my body washed away at the sight of Harrison Cage. His brown hair was styled neatly to the back, and his blue eyes stared back at us in confusion. Compared to us, he was perfectly dressed in a black buttoned-down shirt with a few buttons at the top loose, his black suit pants covering part of his expensive loafers. He looked like a model who jumped straight out of a magazine cover. His strong masculine cologne filled the room, reminding me of all the times he never failed to drop by.

she added jokingly. Henry came out of his room looking hot in his nicely shaped black Louis Vuitton suit and a pair of black shining shoes from the same designer company. His wrist was adorned with a white gold Rolex wristwatch, and his hair was styled correctly, making him look like a god in his pricey outfit.

The sunset outside the window cast a string of shadows on him and I started to think that life is being unfair sometimes as he looked conspicuous right now. Unbelievable. He should have looked terrible. The others who were sitting at the same table like him weren't that striking compared to him. I looked at him for a few more minutes and that's when it registered to me that he had a new hairstyle. From disheveled medium length wavy hair to raven-dark curtained hair. Was he inspired by Leonardo DiCaprio's hair in his teen days? Tsk, while these girls at the table parallel to him act like this is the first time they see someone with that haircut. They are obviously talking about him, giggling

Eleanor's POV. Henry was a badass. Infact, that word didn't do him justice in any way. He put the 'ass' in badass. It was like he had just gotten out of the bathroom a few minutes ago, his black hair was wet and resting against his forehead with a few brushed carelessly backwards as if he had run his hand through it a lot of times in the past few minutes. His bright blue eyes glittered under the sunset, leaving an eerie orange glow in them. His chiseled jaw was so sharp it could cut through ice.

Or maybe she simply wanted to do as little as possible and still look presentable. Cillian entered the bedroom, adjusting his cufflinks, and paused when he saw her reflection in the mirror. Their eyes met. A slow smile played on his lips. “You are leaving your hair down?” he asked. She nodded, running her fingers through her curls. “Is it too much? I just diffused them, and they are still a little wet. I couldn’t—” “No,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “Your hair looks perfect.” Damn it. If there was one thing he adored about her, it was that wild cascade of golden curls. He had begged her not to cut them, and after years of mere trims, they now reached down her waist. They looked so long, s

The car’s cool exterior, bright color, and loud engine attracted a lot of attention. From Georgie’s position, she could clearly see Henry on the driver’s seat through the dark window. Henry wore a black silk sweater with a loose white hoodie on the inside. He looked very fashionable. He had recently changed his hairstyle. It was extremely short, and there was a ‘Z’ on the left side. He seemed even cleaner than before… When Georgie saw him, she was about to get out of the car. However, the moment she touched the door handle, a female internet celebrity with thick makeup walked up to Henry’s car…