Henry Cavill Hairstyles Novels & Stories

“You must be very sleepy, Miss Ava?” I suddenly stood up straight when I heard the man say that. I fixed my hair and then looked at the person who spoke. ‘Oh… It’s Henry Go.’ “A-ahm, yeah. I-I had a patient last night,” I said. I forced myself to smile even though I knew he wouldn’t notice. “Who? Is it your boyfriend?” he asked with a smile. I nodded. I just noticed that this Henry Liam is also handsome. His eyes are narrow, he has a pointed nose, and also, there’s a mole on the side and above his lip. The color of his eyes is chocolate.

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.

I nodded as he stood in front of me across the desk. “Mr. Von Cavill, ” he said with a mixture of Russian and British accent. He was a tall 6 inch 8 feet, well-built man, with platinum white hair and a small burn scar on the right cheek. Anyone could be intimidated with him, but I’m not. I know exactly how to control him. I handed him a brown envelope and proceeded to highlight my intentions. “I want not a single hair damaged on her Demitriv. Not a scratch of her skin or a tiny bruise on her face. But if you encounter an obstruction, don’t hesitate to do what you do best.”

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.

“Deal!” A few minutes after, while Damon and I were still glaring at each other. Henry suddenly appeared and caught everyone’s attention. He was wearing a white tuxedo with a black bowtie. His hair was slicked back, showing his oh-so-handsome forehead and thick black brows. He was smiling huge, he’s obviously nervous yet super excited. He looks so handsome and I just can’t take my eyes off him. “You’re drooling.” The devil beside me whispered again so I glared at him as I wiped the corners of my mouth, which made him laugh.

"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.