Henry Cavill Hairstyles Novels & Stories

"Killian,you have long hair too and you're not a female," "His hair was longer, like a females and he was wearing a cape!" I rolled my eyes at his flimsy attempt to explain himself. "In any case you do look like him, your hair, it's different. it's not the normal black that humans and us have, rather almost like ink. It has traces of blue in it. Almost like the Iliards Royal family's "

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 22nd, 1992, 7:01 PM The Great Hall was silent. The appearance of four people just after the show light stopped was not a normal thing. It was like they have just… teleported there. The man gave the impression of strength, wild strength, to any that looked at him. With his almost two meters of height, wide chest and squared shoulders, any would think that he was a veteran swimmer. He was wearing a very dark blue suit, so dark that it was almost black, a white button shirt under the suit coat, and no tie. His hair was of a kind of blond-redish color, braided in an old nordic style, with no hair to the sides and the braid reaching ju

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."