Henry Cavill Hairstyles Novels & Stories

He would secure one… one way or another. Now, Master Chaitav, with his bold blue to green, blue-to-green ombre natural hairstyle that complemented his bronzed complexion, and his colour-coordinated outfit, wandered around the grey and dark hallways for a little while, seeming so out of place. He had been looking for one of the servants… a sly and sleazy smirk, of assured entitlement entrenched only by babying from his mother, stretched onto his lips as he replayed the Ravens Queen's words:

The last thing Vanessa wanted was him going to confront Eve for telling her to stay away from him. Vanessa sighed, then opened the door wider for him to come in, hoping she wouldn't end up regretting her decision. Once Henry stepped in, Vee gently shut the door behind her. "What happened?" Vanessa asked as soon as she came face to face with the back of his head. It was obvious a small portion of his hair was scrapped so the injury tape plaster could fit in. "Nothing to worry about. I'm fine. It will heal in a few days and my hair will grow back." Henry said, taking a seat on the couch in her room. He had disguised his head with a face cap all afternoon to avoid questions and sympathy.

Havermouth, Present Time Cameron came into the bathroom as Heath stepped out of the shower and sighed. “Shit. I was hoping for a quickie in the shower,” he complained upon seeing that Heath was out. “But I had to help get breakfast back to jail.” Heath rubbed a towel through his hair. It was getting a bit shaggy, he noted, and debated whether to cut it or let it grow. He had kept his hair short for the past five years to avoid looking like Charlie, but the length had surpassed any similarity to his father, and he quite liked how it looked on him. In the same vein, his jaw held a glitter of stubble that rasped beneath his fingers as he ran them over it and where he would normally shave it awa

I gasped at the sight of our intruder. Cillian, my beautiful boy, had somehow transformed into a powerful, charismatic man, his white shirt open at the top showing the sculpted chest he inherited from his father. His coppery red hair had an even fierier tone than Ivan’s, almost sheer red, whilst his eyes had eventually turned blue like my own, despite starting green. He had a strong, masculine jaw and his figure had developed over the past year. He had trained like a beast with Kharkov and Jackson, as if preparing for his mate by getting into perfect shape.

"Thank you. And you... you're so handsome." "I know." Henry grinned, taking her into his arms. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly, one hand holding her chin in place. Aurora sighed, kissing him back until she was breathless. They pulled apart, and she raised her hands to his hair, something she had always wanted to do. The soft curls fell over his brows and she gently pushed it to the side. "You have such nice hair." She mumbled, losting herself in his hypnotic gaze. Henry tightened his hold around her waist and pulled her against him. "And I prefer your hair wild and free. But I'll let this one stay, mainly because I know Matilda spent an eternity styling it so beautifully."