Novel & Cerita Hisoka Hair Down

“Prince Hikari. You know why we are doing this, right? It’s not just for my perishing species or my clan. It’s for the survival of this world. We had to… become prepare our hearts for the worst…” Hikari let out an angry breath, clenching his Katana. “I still don’t understand what is left in this rotten world to be saved. Contact me if something happens.” “Wait, Prince Hikari… what is in your hair?” “What?” Hikari touched his hair, and I snapped my finger, summoning my butterflies back to me. I crawled to the nightstand, gulping down a glass of water. I brushed back my hair, sniffling as I cleared the tears that trailed down my eyes.

Katy grin and waved,Xander stride in, Isabelle jaw drop,he was absolutely steamy in his green tux,white handkerchief in v shape placed delicately in his pocket,the tux buttons open to reveal his shirt underneath,his look down on his nose,she continue to survey him the most confusing part to her was his hair,it was brown. "Isabelle" He wave though contented he manage to get her in trance,she lift her fingers. "Your hair was always gold right?" "This is my natural hair, don't tell me you've never seen me in my natural hair"He size her up.

' 'Good gracious, you're fascinating' Hazel blushed, lowering her gaze. A shadow fell over her and she looked up to see a silver eyed young man standing behind her with a smile on his handsome face. His hair was shaved on the sides with the middle long enough to be braided into a french plait. There was a scar on his right temple that ran down the side of his face and disappeared into the neckline of his black shirt. "You must be Hazel" he stated and she nodded. He sat down beside her, his legs crossed in a lotus pose.

Moon Shadow castle~Hazel’s suite The soft morning light crept through the window, casting a warm glow on Hazel's serene face. Her hair, a rich brown hue, was indeed messed, sprawled across the pillow in every direction. A few strands had escaped her head, framing her face like a halo. Her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, and her lips, painted with soft pink, curled into a subtle smile. The bed sheets were tangled around her, a testament to a restless night's sleep. Yet, despite the disheveled appearance, Hazel exuded a peaceful aura, as if she had finally found solace in slumber.

JOSH POV I check my appearance in the hotel’s floor length mirror one last time. I just had a haircut in preparation for tonight’s date… hopeful date, anyway. I have it styled short on the sides and back with a little longer on top. Several of the guys on the team say it is a soft, modified version of a high and tight and I can’t disagree. I don’t like my hair long. Never have. It makes my helmet sit weird if it’s too long. That’s a distraction on the field that I don’t need. So, I’ve set a haircut schedule to every three weeks and that seems to be the perfect interval to keep it manageable.

"I believe you will. There won't be any excuse for lousiness since you will be living within the walls of the pack." Isabella looked up, her lips parting in surprise. There were sure a lot of surprises in store for her. "I will be staying here?" "You weren't told?" "I... I wasn't." From the distance, she saw his glowing eyes blink. One looked like the colour of molten magma, the other seemed a perfect mixture of white and black, seemingly striking a colour akin to ash. An exhale escaped the alpha. In the darkness of the room, Isabella saw the silhouette of his hand move to... to his hair to run his fingers through the strands. That single action confirmed her guess that he had long hair. As

I answered him and went to a tree and sat on the ground to start combing my long and light hair. He is hard because there is no shampoo. But what can I expect when I literally just bathed in soap-free water. It took a few minutes before I finished combing my hair. I will dry my hair first before tying it up. "Ales, did you know that there are only a few immortals with that hair color?" Stefano now plays Sushi. I don't know when they came to an agreement, but that doesn't matter because the important thing is, Sushi's life is no longer threatened.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

"Thank you." "It's okay, I'm your man." "Yes, you are mine forever." Kito rushes to hug the young master, little master believe me I will not leave you. "Heavy, heavy!" "Young master your hair is so soft." "Don't let the hateful touch become ruffled." Clause pouted and pressed down his messy hair, for some reason, everyone liked to rub his head like this, it took an hour to fix it each time. He wanted to shave these hairs off.

Isabella was certain. Isabella laid on the bed for a few minutes to gather her strength before she stood up, undressed, and grabbed her purple towel as she made her way to the bathroom. She hung her towel on the towel rack, then took a shave stick from the bathroom sink and decided to trim the hair in her pussy, which was overdue. She haven't shaved in weeks, and she definitely has a lot of hair growing down there. She shaved her pussy till it was smooth, leaving not a single hair down there, before moving on to shave her underarm. She returned the shave stick to the bathroom sink and ran water down her body to wash the hair off before looking down to admire her well-shaved pussy—it looks be