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I found the way he moved with a confident, yet not overly so, posture alluring. He was close enough that I could vaguely smell the traces of sweat from hard work and something about that sent my hormones into overdrive and I felt my body tingle ever so slightly. I drifted my gaze away from his concentrated expression to his hair since I felt that it would be the safer option. His hair was neither long nor short but somewhere in between and it was completely dishevelled and slightly windswept which was probably the result of running away from the rest of our year. While both our hair was red, mine was more of a flaming coppery red colour. My hair was vibrant and somewhat similar to the sun wi

Has he already called him? We walked toward the door and I stopped to sit on a stool at the kitchen counter. My heart was nearly racing out of my chest. I tried to smooth my hair back and my eye caught a hair tie in a basket. I snatched it and quickly fixed my frizzy mess into a ponytail. Dustin finally reached the door and opened it.

If only not because of her, I wouldn't have to deal with these shits. I looked at the hand with the bandage. I got it bad this time, huh? I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my shoulder-length hair. It was long a year ago. Many praised it because it is naturally straight and shiny. But it was one of the traits I inherited from my Mom. So instead of letting your long, I cut. I don’t want to be like him in any aspect. "Audrey!" I looked at the approaching. It was Byron, the boy Hanna referred to as his boyfriend earlier. I don’t know how I got caught up in their relationship. I don't date. And the more I don’t trip to snatch someone else’s boyfriend. I had no time there.

I was a bit shocked when I was ordered to dress scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead.

Fire and thunder formed two red and white patches that moved continuously, knocking down each gate guard. Until the phoenix fire burned the last one, Hana didn't even know she made one thing severe. Henry said, "We've finally defeated them." Henry hadn't been thrilled by their victory when Jackson's red hair appeared. Jackson's face was cold as he watched the scene before him and looked at Hana and Henry like two trouble-making criminals. He hurriedly followed the trail all the way, wanting to reach her quickly but not expecting that he was still a step behind. With Hana's unyielding personality, he knew she would cause trouble.

He blocked again, though the impact forced him back a few steps. She smiled. “Not bad at all.” When they paused, Henry was breathing hard, sweat glistening on his skin. “You fight like someone twice your age,” Amanda said quietly. “But you’re still afraid.” “Of losing?” he asked. “No,” she said, her eyes unreadable. “Of becoming what you have to be.” He looked away, the words landing deeper than any blow. After a long silence, Henry asked, “Amanda… I’ve been asking you for years. Why do you make me keep my hair? You never tell me.”

Shaking his head he went back. Dazzled by how peaceful she looked asleep, he approached the bed his eyes fixed on the woman. He'd never seen anything like it. Her hair was such an odd shade of red and that was saying something since he was from England where ginger heads were in plenty. The one in front of him couldn't be described as ginger. It was also natural because her eyebrows seemed to be of the same color. Would the triangle patch at the junction of her legs be the same color? He wondered to himself then swivelled his eyes down her frame. The creamy piece of flesh peeking out from beneath the covers made him clench his hands to stop himself from pushing the sheets aside to uncover mo

Could I really go through that again at the risk of losing all my progress? My eyes focused on the cracking ceiling. "I'll do my best to avoid that. We're mates, after all. If he can't handle me at my best, he doesn't deserve my worst." "Darling." My body felt oddly relaxed for the topic we were discussing. I ever so slowly shifted my gaze to Henry. Despite his title, Henry Furst resembled more of the everyday salaryman than a savage wolfman. He kept his chestnut hair an inch below the tip of his ear, always tousled.

But I was dumping him. So I shifted my eyes to look at Dylan, who was glaring at me in annoyance. "How dare you yank my hair? Don't you want to live anymore? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you before I kill your accomplice?" Dylan hissed. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I hurriedly let go of my hand and helped Dylan fix his hair. His hair was long, like curly, soft black watercress. They tangled in my fingers, and I had to be very careful not to rip them off.

Henzie shifted her gaze to Kevin, then back to Arabella. "I'll wait for you outside," said Arabella, releasing her hand and leaving the cafeteria. "May I ask you a question?" Henzie opened her voice carefully after Arabella left. "Of course. What do you want to ask?" Kevin replied quickly. "Th-that... is your silver hair and red eyes real?" Kevin seemed to show a little surprise at Henzie's question. He was silent for a moment, but soon the man just laughed a little. "You know, my hair is actually blonde, but I