Hxh Bald Guy Novels & Stories

“Hello, again, Darrion!” The blonde guy smiled. “Hey! Aren’t you the fairy I met with Jai and Claude before?” The creature nodded. “Yes! Nice to meet you again!” “Nice to meet you too!” Darrion replied, equally spirited. But then he remembered they were in a hurry and his face turned serious. “Fairy! We need help!” In another dark room, appeared a brunette guy. This young man had a rather spiky hair with its front part combed to the right side, and was wearing a windlet uniform. He’s Harris.

That would be entirely unfair. “Yes, doll,” the new guy said. The guy was taller than Xander by a few inches and his muscles were huge, like he was carved from marble. His skin was a beautiful olive complexion and wavy chin-length hair was black with blue tips. He also stood entirely naked and unashamed, so I quickly averted my eyes. Although, what I did see was extremely impressive.

"Is this the place, Mana-san pestered us about?" A deep voice that made all heads turn to the back. He was as tall as Hagihara, his body more muscular than any kid here, there were snippets of tattoos peeking out onto his neck from his long-sleeved grey shirt. With a bald head and pierced eyebrows... ah, this guy... There's no way he's a high schooler... "...Betelgeuse?" I muttered. "You know them?" Shirai glanced at me.

The waitress nodded and took note, then brought a plate of edamame and peanuts. The two ate and waited. At this moment, a group of hooligans walked in from outside. One of them was wearing a bandage on his arm. It was the baldy that Jack had beaten up earlier. The baldy was boasting when he suddenly saw Jack at the corner. His eyes suddenly widened and his entire body trembled. He was about to brag until he was forced to hold it in and almost fainted on the spot. “Big Brother, are you okay?” “I’m fine, I’m fine. Why don’t we go to another shop?” the bald man said unnaturally.

She blinked against the brightness, her eyes struggling after days in the dark. A group of men stood in a semi-circle. At the center was a tall, broad-shouldered man with weathered skin, gray-flecked hair tied back, and a wide grin that didn’t reach his sharp, calculating eyes. His coat was leather, his boots polished, and his presence commanded the attention of everyone around him. “So you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about,” he said, voice gravelly with a hint of amusement. Serena glared at him, straightening as much as her weakened body allowed.

Sahir couldn't hold his emotions longer. "Sultan?" Xavier looked at him and shook his head as no. Sahir sighed. "Are you back in the Mafia?" Xavier asked him. Sahir remained silent looking at Xavier. "I want to meet someone," Sahir said bluntly. Xavier narrowed his eyes. "Whom?" "Hussain Hosseini," Sahir said. Xavier looked at him with wide eyes. ----

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

I say, smiling at the mobster, who stands up and starts to make his way towards me, pushing through the sea of half-naked and drunk people to get to me. “Hello, gorgeous.” He says, and I can’t detect a hint of any Slavic language. It doesn’t matter – I don’t care. “What are you doing here, alone? Someone might snatch you up.” I smirk. “Well, then you better watch out for me.” Soon, the obese baldie comes to join Sasha. It becomes clearer and clearer that she was right, at least based on the drinks the guys were buying us, and on the cars they told us they owned.

"What's your name?" "Noah." "Noah what?" I hesitated. "Just Noah." The tall one laughed, a short and humorless sound. "A repair guy with no last name and hot stock tips. That's a new one." He was already moving toward the door. "Come on, let's go. We've got actual work to do." The balding one lingered a moment longer. His eyes searched my face like he was looking for something he couldn't quite name. Then he shook his head and followed his partner out into the evening.

I took my hands out of my leather jacket's pocket and waited for someone to say something. That's when the other two people who were on the second bike removed their helmets, the rider was another guy, he was buff, his arms were legit the size of my head. He wasn't as fairly looking as the other guy but with as much as tattoos. He looked at me with disinterest. Behind him stood the reason behind all the shit wrong with this world. Hannah.