Hitler Hairstyle Novels & Stories

She snuggled more into his chest and he was also locking her in his large frame. Her head was close to his torso and her warm breathing is fanning his chest. His large palm had covered her small waist and their legs are tangled with each other. Her small hands are caging his large corpse. A cute smile spread over her lips as she was feeling his warmth. She snuggled more and felt like she is dreaming, she whispered, "How cute it is! Mr. Hitler can be so cute, I don't think ever!" Hearing her sound, he unfastened his eyes, he likes her comment, and pecked on her forehead. Suddenly, he was mesmerized that she had just called him Hitler.

I can’t move, I can’t look away. He’s not too tall, black hair long enough to fall over his eyes. There’s a beard on him when hardly any male here has one, even ones with wolves. It’s very neatly trimmed and he looks beyond grown and masculine. He’s wearing a damn leather jacket of all things, what a cliche! Goddess I bet he probably rode in on a motorcycle and doesn’t bother with a helmet. Don’t be stupid, a helmet would ruin that perfect hair! Damn him for being so gorgeous too! Ugh, that’s all I need. For someone to catch me staring. Next the bully assholes will be trying to poke out my eyes. Look away Harlow… look away.

Her eyebrows were trimmed into thin lines, giving her a very severe, but still attractive appearance. Her black hair looked perfectly styled, pouring in waves from her head. She looked like she probably spent hours in the salon getting her hair to look that way. Her hair had a bit of a natural curl, settling around her shoulders. Her full lips were turned up in a haughty sneer; she looked like the type of woman who would not take any shit.

I saw the reason why no woman could look away from him. His hair. It had been cut low. As much as I hated it, I loved this new look. The sides of his head were tapered, leaving a tuft of hair that lazily fell around his face. This accentuated his razor-sharp jaw and he looked younger; like a model walking out of a fucking swimsuit magazine.

"I'm asking you, what do you think of acting? Didn't you notice that Rebecca deliberately told me that they were going to get engaged? Humph! When they get married, I'll get my hair styled with air bangs to steal their limelight!" George looked at her delicate little face thoughtfully. Sigrid didn't seem to like fancy hairstyles. For as long as they'd known each other, she'd worn her hair straight, and it was never colored. It was always a ponytail in summer and parted on the side in winter, never behind the ears. Her hairstyle was simple, but thanks to her good looks it was still pleasing to the eye. The day she had replaced Rebecca at the wedding was one of the rare times she had styled he

He combed his hair backward which blocked his eyes a little, "Oh, doesn't it suit me when my hair is arranged like this?" “Nothing wrong, you're more approachable if you style your hair like that." I answered, "W-well, you're a CEO so you don't need to be approachable, right?... Also, whatever your hairstyle is, it suits you." He nodded before combing his hair back with his left hand again, "Then, I will keep my old hairstyle outside and I will only show you how this looks." "Huh?" I didn't quite understand what he said, he shook his head and walked to my side.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm sure it's either greatly stupid or stupidly great." "Well, who knows?" I straightened my back. "But you know, compared to the other royalty in this school, their looks are the most unique." Without the cloaks hiding or the night overshadowing their features, I could finally see what they really looked like. The one on the right had teal-colored hair that was parted on the right side of his head as a longer, blood-red strand of his hair framed the left side of his face until a few inches below his chin. Did someone chop his hair the wrong way? I wondered in my head as I stared at his weird hairstyle.

He shut up. I took my hands to her hair, pulling the locks to the front of her shoulders. They were beautiful, silky, but they needed a cut. His strong face didn't match that hair size very well. He would be identical to a Hollywood star if the dark strands were at most to the back of the neck, besides that it would already be too much.

How did he manage to get those wings in that little car? The last man was obviously the leader. He stood a little in front of the group and held his chin at an angle which clearly broadcasted his disdain; either for us or his task. I wouldn't be sure which it was until we talked to him. His hair began as bright, platinum blond at the roots; a color so light as to almost be colorless. Then it slowly darkened, shifting through golden tones like a lion's mane; warming deliciously to caramel and then to chocolate until it hardened into onyx at the tips. Those stark ends shifted like wet ink over the shine of his armor.

His tall, commanding figure and my smaller one just a step away. “What do you think, my love… should I get a clean cut again?” he asked. “I’m thinking of cutting my hair. It only reminds me of being an Alpha in the Salvators. This has always been my signature hairstyle.” At the mention of it, my eyes shifted from his face to his long, wavy hair that cascaded freely over his shoulders. It fell naturally, thick and slightly tousled, framing his strong features even from behind. The dark waves rested against his bare skin.