Henry Cavill Hairstyles Novels & Stories

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.

Which is how I ended up with extra chores for a week and an irritant Den who is getting ants in his pants from staying under 'lock-down'. “Don't know, Hannah ain't allowed, so if the Prez says yes then Hannah is going to get pissed.” I shrug when he lifts his head to face me in his 'what the fuck' look. His spiked hair is sticking up in all directions, like he just woke up, but I saw Chadley styling it for him this morning when I was getting myself a cup of coffee. I still need to get used to the blue hair he has going on. I can deal with the eyes.

the blonde guy raised up his hands and walked away. I was left with the older guy. He looked handsome, really handsome. Like some Hollywood celebrity. In fact, he shared some resemblance with Henry cavil . His curly dark hair had a few gray in it at his temples, his beautiful eyes were dark green and his jaw looked strong and he had a grayish black stubble. He was tall, so much taller than me. I mean, I was only four eight, but I was up to five feet in my heels and still, this man towered over me. His suit looked really expensive and his cologne had a wonderful smell that just did things to my body – Suspicious things!

His blue eyes flecked with gray never left my face even once and even from afar, I could make sense of the dark aura that swirled around him. Who was he? Sharp jaw-line, dark wavy hair—graying at the temples—that looked slightly tousled, and a perfectly sculpted face— the kind of striking handsomeness that instantly brought Henry Cavill to mind. I tilted my head to the side, swaying to the rhythm of the music. It wouldn’t hurt to flirt with him tonight plus, we didn’t have to meet each other again. Strutting towards him with my eyes locked in his, I couldn’t help but notice that there was this spark of dark hunger in his eyes for me.

The man was Henry Cavill with brooding attitude. “You’re still awake?” I said, leaning casually on the railing like my knees weren’t buckling at the sight of him. Trying my best not to looked at the daymmmn bulge. Heaven help me. He turned, eyes catching mine. That wolf-dark gaze of his was impossible to hold, so naturally, I held it—because sass is armor and I refuse to be the first one to blink. “Couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts.” His voice was low, that rumbling growl of his that made my stomach do very unladylike somersaults.

He stay in his position for hours now but he doesn't mind staying this way just to not disturb Celestine's sleep. "So beautiful," he mumbled while he was caressing her cheek, down to her hair. Celestine's hair is longer now than the first time he had seen her. But he likes her hair long. He had seen in interviews that Celestine just only had a particular hairstyle and it is straight hair that is above her shoulders. From her first interview as a model until her recent interviews, her hair did not change except her hair to the magazine covers which she is required to wear a wig.

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.

"Har har! Next time I will be sure to drool all over your horrible face." "Are you saying I'm ugly?!!!" He gasped. "Naa but I ain't saying you pretty either. You're okay." I shrugged nonchalantly. Obviously that's a big fat lie cause Caine is one of the most handsome men I've ever met. His jet black hair—just like Scar's fur—is due for a trip because it keeps falling all over his face which makes him keep running his hand through it. Sometimes I wonder if he's wearing contacts because his eyes and his hair color combination is amazing. And he's not overly muscular but he's in good shape with his 6'2 height. My mate is simply gorgeous but I can't tell him that...yet.

I blurt out without shame. But Henry Cavill is indeed hot. "Better not let Don hear you say that." I smile at Landon. "Don already knows. If Henry Cavill is sex on the beach, Don Wolfe is a god." "Okay, nope, I don't want to hear any more of you and Don's sex life." I chuckle and sit back beside Solomon, who is swiping his tablet. "You seem calm when you almost try to kill Landon," I tell him. "If I get my mind off killing that bastard, then yeah, I'm calm." He's calm but still

‘Is he the same Caddaric or is it someone who looks like him? Last night, Caddaric had long hair, and even this morning when she saw him with his bodyguard and on TV, he still had long hair when his identity was revealed. The man walking elegantly towards her, had his hair neatly trimmed, which gave him a slightly cute boy look. The man with the long hair was more intimidating than this one but she was amazed that as she saw the man, the same feelings awoken by the masked man were the same.