Ivan Drago Haircut Novels & Stories

A man was seated behind a small desk and he stood up and bowed his head when we entered. “Duke Grey. My name is Ivan and I’m your personal secretary. I will do whatever you need me to do, no matter what it is that you require.” “Hello Ivan, please call me Wynter and this is my brother, Milo, he’ll have access to everything that I do.” “Good morning Master Milo.” “Only a select few call me Master but then there are whips and chains involved. Do you want to call me Master?” Milo grinned as Ivan’s eyes widened slightly.

I cried. After we were able to calm down, he put me down and I introduced him to to Draven. Instead of shaking Draven’s hand, he pulled him into a bear hug, causing him to laugh. Deigo looked just the same, only bigger, and no baby face. He was tall, so tall. Even taller than Draven who was roughly six foot five. His dark hair was pulled back into a braid that went down to the middle of his back. Our native blood showed through clearly in him.

Ivan is looking at him with brightness in his eyes. Yesterday afternoon he purposely went to the male salon just to get a haircut. His favorite hairstyle as Ricky was his haircut. The things he does now from the way he wears clothes, to his hair, have a deep reason. And that is to get the full attention of the head of Lopez. "This is my first public appearance, why can't I be presentable?" Daveryl smile at the man while accepting the hand that the man is now offering to him. "I was just surprised. You really look so beautiful." Ivan said.

Seeing his face, my brows furrow in confusion. He's Draaven and yet, he isn't. His hair is the exact same shade, styled in the exact same fashion. But this person is a little paler and his eyebrows are tinted a little on the red side. His face is also hairless, lacking the well trimmed beard Draaven sports. Instead, there's just a reddish blond moustache, shielding a pair of lips thinner than my husband's. The eyes however, are the same. The build, the jawline, almost everything is the same. Who is this?

I suddenly questioned him and openly ogled his perfectly toned body. “No… I like long hairs” Draco replied by running his fingers in his wet locks and peeked at me through table mirror. “Do you want me cut hairs?” he further added staring at me through mirror. “Ah… I just wonder how you will look in short hairs” I replied honestly and passed him my warm smile. Once everything was done we both walked out of our room and made our way to royal dining hall.

"After all, he could be a tall hunky man -and I'm talking about six-foot-three tall, and my prince charming." I muffled a laugh. Oh Archie, what would be your reaction once you'll learn that CrazyHater is me? A female? Not a hunky man and definitely not anyone's prince charming? Deciding to drift her mind out of the topic, I asked jokingly, "So, since you're talking about how much you love this internet sensation, then does not mean that you don't love Ivan?" Ivan is Archie's best friend since diapers until sophomore year. Until sophomore year since she said 'yes' when Ivan asked her to be "his". Ivan has brown hair, black eyes, and a strong jaw.

Her long hair was plaited into two neat cornrows Dragomir on the other hand was draped in an all-black ensemble save for the white shirt he wore underneath his black cloak and trousers. His hair was tied in a knot on top of his head. Raisel caught him stealing several glances at her over his cup but she paid him no attention.

Did she have an issue with his hairstyle? Ivana sheepishly lowered her hand. "It's not about the haircut," she said softly. "I read in a book that if you like someone but can't always be with them, you can keep a lock of their hair to look at whenever you miss them." Ivana's eyes sparkled. "Isn't that romantic? Since you said you might not come with me to find the Hag, I thought I'd keep a lock of your hair." Jacob didn't respond. He turned on his phone's front camera and saw his handsome face still intact, but now there was a conspicuous gap in his bangs, like a set of perfect teeth missing a front tooth. It looked ridiculous.

Dragus just screamed power, standing at 6'4 with his luscious mahogany brown hair swept to the side, from the top of his head his shirt clinging with an inch of its life to every muscle on his body, there was no denying the man oozed sex on legs. As Aria stood there scanning his whole body with her emerald eyes Dragus spoke. 'Are you gonna stand there eye fucking me or are you going to tell me why you've got bruises around your neck?' He asked her in a husky voice. Aria snapped her eyes back to his face, grasping her books tightly in her hands before looking at the ground and mumbelling 'it's nothing to worry about'.

In seconds he stood only a few meters afar from Nicolas. Drako's hair shone in the afternoon sunlight. He was really magnificent! The aura he radiated was imposing worthy of his prestige and power. He gave me a scrutinizing upside down look, searching for cuts or wounds. When he realized that I had nothing serious, he was relieved and moved threateningly towards Nicolas. His eyes were on fire while his breath was heavy and hot. He was in rampage.