Hxh Bald Guy Novels & Stories

The rival MC. “Hell of a welcoming party,” Jax muttered, pulling Sienna behind him. One of the bikers swung off his ride, stepping forward. He was massive, bald, with a snake tattoo curling up his neck. He grinned, all teeth. “Evenin’, Maddox. Brought us a little present, I see.” His gaze slid to Sienna like a knife. Sienna’s pulse hammered. “Jax—” “Shut up,” Jax growled, low and protective.

Hair that looked combed by laser grid. “Have you seen this man?” he asked, showing them a photo. “Tall. Pale. Bald. Often accompanied by a teenage boy. Possibly armed.” The staffers looked confused. Shook their heads. Mr. Y smiled, polite and predatory all at once. My stomach dropped. He was hunting X. But that meant he’d find J next. I turned on my heel and walked back the way I came. Fast. Silent. I found J just outside the cafeteria, muffin in hand.

A balding man approached the table with two bodyguards. " Mr Xavier! Good Afternoon!" Jaxon and John said in unison. " Have you been waiting long?" The man asked. " No, Sir. We just got here." John answered. The man helped himself to a seat. " Ah! The rogue billionaire businessman, Jaxon Hearst. It's nice to finally meet you in person." " The pleasure is mine,Mr Xavier, and I'm not a rogue." Jaxon laughs. " Says the man with billion dollars empire and is still raking in more." Mr. Xavier said. He snapped his fingers and one of the guards lit a cigarette for him.

He goes to grab me, and my beast jumps, kicking off his chest and flipping back away from him in front of my pack. I look at all the guys as my beast relaxes, giving me back my control. One has blood all over the front of his shirt from his nose, which is now healed. His hair hangs loose with curls down to his midsection. One has dirt and ash all over the front of his shirt. His hair is shorter all around but is slightly longer on top; it is neatly styled to be a little messy. The third has buzzed sides fading up to hair that is spiked up messily, but it suits him. The last one stands with a perfect pearly white smile, and I lock eyes with him. The sides of his hair are short, and the top is

"Anyone who stands in my way dies." He went ahead into the building. A bald man—another member of the Enforcement Hall—noticed him and sneered. "Got some nerves showing up here!" he taunted. "I didn't know you missed having your ass wiped so soon after what Adolf did to you. Are you hoping Mr. Zahir can give you a good thrashing?" He stepped forward while his friends laughed. "You came at the right time, dumbass! We'd love to wipe the floor with your face—"

I cringed and made a whining sound, appalled that he had done this to me. “Now they won’t scent us.” He said, assumably seeing the look on my face and the way I held my arms out in repugnance. “There was no other way?” I huffed at him. “No.” He replied with a serious look on his face, dark eyebrows in a deep vee. “Hey what are you two doing in here?” A short balding man shrieked at us. “Pardon me, sir, I was looking to buy a horse. Do you have one available?” Hunji replied to the man who stood there taking in our appearance, his lip turning up in revulsion at our smell.

The guy is extremely attractive in a dark and sexy sort of way but looks scary as hell. His friend on my right looks way more approachable. I roll my eyes at his man bun, but as I get to the table, I see that it actually works for him. This guy is gorgeous! I can tell that he’s a bit taller than his friend, and where Mr. Faux Hawk is dark, Mr. Man Bun is light with his sandy blonde hair, that’s shaved from the middle of his head, all the way down; keeping the top long enough for said bun. His caramel-colored eyes light up when he sees me approach their table.

I raise my hands and wrap around his neck backward. "I hate that you do this for a living," he shouts in my ear to be heard over the music. I push my butt into his groin. "It sure doesn't feel like it." A tall guy with a thick bushy dark beard who reminds me of the Paul Bunyan statue we saw earlier today steps into the small bubble of space Huxley and I share. He moves his hips trying to match my pace and Huxley reaches out with a hand and pushes him away. I can't see his face, but I know the expression is enough to scare the toughest of men away. It's the same look he gives anyone who gets close.

Haze's signature look was his hairstyle, the base of it was black while the upper part was dyed Electric blue, he also had a slit on his left eyebrows. "Damn gurl... Did you just fart? because you blew me away" He smirked at me thinking he had said something charming "Seriously? That's terrible!" I cringed at his annoying pick-up line "No, it's not, you're just shy to give in to me" He responded. "You know, your boobs remind me of Mount Rushmore... My face should be among them" He added. Haze has been trying to get into my pants for years but all with failed attempts.

I asked, again hoping I had heard it wrong all the time before and it was just $200, even $500 would do. "$5000." "No problem with my hearing." I said to myself. "You don't have to pay it all together you know." Alexia said, giving me a small smile. "You'll have to wait for years then." I snorted. "Or I could help you." I turned at the new voice and stared at the guy with dark grey eyes and dark brown hair, dressed in a white V neck and light blue low waist jeans that showed off his immense gym efforts. "Colton Hastings." I greeted impassively. The jerk of senior year, a complete flirt whose head wouldn't enter the Pacific Ocean because his ego was bigger than it.