Henry Cavill Hairstyles Novels & Stories

He was the equivalent to having a TikTok star speak to you. But it wasn’t his swagger or jeans that had us gawking. We saw him every day from afar. It was the direction he walked—straight toward us. His letterman jacket hugged him tight. He was the only person that made the Superman colors look good. Well, besides Henry Cavil. That man could make Barney colors look delectable.

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

I asked, shivering a bit. She knocked harder. I got tired of waiting in the rain and was about to kick the door open when Henry opened it. He showed up in a bathing robe, showing off his chest hairs and the side view of a wolf tattoo on there. He had blonde hair with very obvious dark roots and was muscular, and heavily built. He had marble grey eyes and the sweetest smile of any guy I’ve ever met. He was very handsome but he was a wolf—normal standards. Before he could say anything, I barged in, pushing him aside. Goddess, I was so confused. Carissa followed while Henry carried the children.

His light platinum hair shone brightly in the sunlight and I peered into his blue eyes before shaking my head. ​“Edward, I’m fine. It’s just a handbag,” I mumbled, snatching it away from him. ​I heard Vincent chuckle before waving his hand at Edward. “You’re being extra nice to her today. Trying to make up for last night?” Vincent mocked, running a hand through his jet black hair. ​I didn’t pay attention to it before, but Vincent’s hair was rather unique compared to the rest of them. It was long and wavy, reaching all the way down to his shoulders and normally, I preferred guys with short hair, but he looked exceptionally good-looking with long hair.

His light dirty-blond hair was gently slicked back and away from his face with the exception of a few thick strands hanging over his forehead. His chiseled features looked like they belonged to a model much less a medical professional. Needless to say, he was fairly attractive. I knew it was wrong to have had some kind of stereotypical expectation for the man to be as old as Ian. Clearly, that wasn’t the case. I set the tray down on the table and cleared my throat. “Hello, Dr. Cawfield.” He took a brief moment to look at me. My stomach rolled before I was struck with one of the most stunning smiles I’d ever seen on a man.

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…

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his pettiness. "Scaredy cat!" I teased, pouting my lips; watching his face tense, he was clearly trying to work through some inner thoughts. Letting my eyes scan over his body, I sucked in air softly; he was incredibly handsome! Model handsome! His hair seemed to change colour from dark blonde to light brown. However, the gold shimmers that caught the light never dulled. How he styled it reminded me of a TV series I had seen: Peaky Blinders — with the sides cropped short, he looked both fierce and sexy.

His hair isn't perfectly gelled but they are messy as if he is desperately trying to look like a bad boy unless like Damon whose hair always perfectly gelled every single time but Asher really won't care about his appearance but without his knowledge he would look much better than Damon in appearance always. Without her knowledge, a smile spreads on her face seeing his hair almost falling into his eyes but he was not at all bothered with it. He has a few frowns on his forehead which bothered Kylie suddenly... unknowingly, she took a step closer towards him and stood in front of him with just an inch in between them. Henry and Sarah looked at each other and smiled looking at them. Sarah so wa