Ivan Drago Haircut Novels & Stories

Every part of him looked expensive and dangerous. Ivan Vladimir. He was devastatingly handsome. His tall, lean frame with broad shoulders looked tempting under the black suit. His chiseled face features his ocean blue eyes, sharp jawline that could have been carved from stone, and his deep oceanic eyes which screams blue that scanned the world like a predator and a nose that looked so pointed that it could pop a pimple. His long hazel hair cascaded down his back leaving his high cheekbones and sculpted face on full display. When he looked at you, it felt like standing too close to lightning.

Her hair was a mess, and she hadn’t brushed her teeth, in fact she was barely awake, naked as the day she was born, and she felt vulnerable and exposed. “Don’t worry,” Drago pulled her into his massive arms,”I’ve seen you drool in your sleep.” “Ouch” he laughed as she smacked his arm. “I look like a homeless hobo,” she muttered, “And you look like a greek God. How is that fair?” “You are beautiful to me,” he cooed, “With your fiery wild hair and your swollen lips,” “You look like a woman to me, the woman that I love.” “I love you too!” she blushed, hiding her head in his chest.

I looked up and, with horror, stared at Drake. He was hunched over, his over six foot frame too tall for the van. He was thin, yet muscular. His brown hair was cut short and hair sprayed down so thickly it moved no more then a plastic Ken doll's. He glared at me from behind his black rimmed glasses.

I slowly turned my neck around. My heart sank. Drago Caracas. “HOW ON EARTH HAVE THOSE WEAK LITTLE TEENAGERS ESCAPED?” Drago roared. He was dressed for the occasion. His dark brown hair was combed neatly to one side and his all black suit shone in the bright light of the warehouse. The steel glint in his eyes flickered intensely, as he stood by the glass box with his arms on his waist. Luckily I had positioned myself far away from the Golden Leaf so I hadn’t been recognised by the cruel President of Obsidian.

I called him as Drake also left with them. “Yes,” He inquired. “I need your help,” “Yeah?” He asked. “Can you tell me the details of Dragane’s appearance?” He thinned his eyebrows and nodded otherwise. “Yeah, sure,” He said and started telling me about Dragane. His long and strong physique, dressing style, hair and eye color and at last he told me about his long braid. “That's it,” I said to stop him. “That is what I needed to know,” I said and he asked.

His mind was rushed with many thoughts, his wings flapped immediately to his destination to reach the origin of the sparkle, voicing, and “Sister” Ivan Shirk in his dragon form looked ferocious in search of his sister. He took his red dragon form, a pure-blood of more ferocious species, known for its gargantuan size in the dragon clan. The entire body of Ivan was covered in thick scales in the colour of molten rock with large two horns toppings on his head facing backwards. A smaller horn sprouts just behind the tips of his blunt muzzle (nose). Some of his scales grow in sharp ridges widespread back along its face, growing ever larger down its back and even along the crests of its powerful w

Ivys POV- I walked up to the warlock hugging him slowly, how couldn’t I? This man was too hot for his own good. He was 6’5 short black hair slicked back, jaw line carved from the gods. Don’t even get me started on his abs. “What do I owe the pleasure, Ivy? You wouldn’t just show up here unless you needed something my spicy witch.” He said as he walked back over into his office to sit behind his desk.

The other man scoffs, “As if a thousand-dollar bag will save you from losing a few teeth.” The door to the cage lifts and I’m pushed inside before the door is closed again. The first thing I see is blood on the floor. The second thing I see is the six feet two man at the other side of the ring with dark hair covering his forehead, his chest and sculptured abs riddled with sweat and his knuckled fists hungering for more blood than the one staining the bandages on said fists. “This isn’t the place for you, sugar tits”, Drako Torrance growls then he starts moving.

The dagger rocketed through the air with a sickening thud and lodged itself in Idris's back. Idris's body went still. His hands loosened from around Vandeer's throat and in that moment, a wide grin spread across her lips, peeling her lips back to reveal her grotesque teeth. I watched as Idris stumbled back from her with the black dagger still lodged firmly in his back.

Irene Tell me Ivory, why were you living in Spain with your cousins. That is a long story to tell. Well we are driving and we will be shopping for quite awhile, so I am sure that it will be quite some time before we leave. I will just give you the short version, because I really want to concentrate on finding the right dress for you tonight. When I was in school the kids would bully me because of my tan skin and hair. They would always ask me if this was my real hair and I would tell them yes that it was. It was only because it was naturally wavy. They would say that I was lying and would pull on my hair to see if it would come off. Naturally, when you pull someone's hair it would, which in