Ivan Drago Haircut Mga Nobela at Kwento

The teen looked up from his phone to his reflexion in the mirror, inspecting his face from different point of views, feeling weird at how light his head felt and running his head through the shave on the back of his head. "This looks good." he nodded, then turning to the red haired stylist. "thank you." She nodded, then walking away and leaving Nathan to stand up and stretch after his haircut, checking himself out in the mirror one last time. He turned around, just in time for Ivan to stand up from his own seat. The older already looked so damn sexier from the back, with his short hair finally revealing his nape instead of uneven strands falling randomly done his neck, Ivan turned around, ga

After the appointment Pyrite and I dropped our mate off in our room with Maxia and Meadra. Dravo followed us to the office to meet the real vampire king. The ladies were going to come back down after they freshened up. Walking into our office, Pyrite held the door open for us and Dravo and I went in. Pyrite closed the door after he entered. The man that calls himself Vandal, Stood around seven foot tall, with long white hair that was tied at the nape of his neck. He had electric blue eyes and a sharp face, which was common in a vampire. His frame was slight, but muscular and he had a scowl on his face.

Alpha Drago~ I don’t fail. Even in tougher battles, I shall rather skewer my own flesh than let the lowlife enemies win. I don’t bow. Not for anyone. Not even my father or brother shall make me surrender. I love to win. Love to be chosen. Love to fucking lead while my brother follows. That is my nature and should be the Goddess's nature only if the Lass has chosen to do her job. Vladimir has proven how much he loves to challenge me in battle. I always let him. Not because I am incompetent, but because I want to make our father happy.

I tease him, smiling as I ran my fingers through his shoulder-length thick light auburn hair, messing up the little work he put in to style it. He smacks my hand away, preventing further damage, and pats it back down in place. Which only makes me giggle more. Drae has always had an obsession with his hair, something that his father has always despised about him. Right now Drae's hair reaches down to his shoulders, but earlier this year it had been past that. His father made him get a haircut after a few of the elders had scolded him for letting Draven grow it out like that. It had almost reached his hips at that time.

Chapter Twenty Five: An Awkward Day. Standing before her was definitely not Ms. Lisa, but a young gentle pale white looking man that was easily over six foot tall man in three piece suit was standing in front of her. His hair was gelled into a very famous duck boy hair style, a high maintenance cut with a v shaped that opened from the back making the hair from the side combed to form parallel section. His cerulean iris hidden amidst his perfect dark curly eye lashes looked very much familiar, It was no doubt she had seen this face before now.

He has that irresistible crooked smile and hair I love to ruffle. Igor is a valuable friend and an admirable colleague. He’s a talented doctor, and his charming smile—often appearing lopsided—lights up the room, bringing a contagious lightness. His dark, tousled hair matches his intense gaze, which highlights his bright, expressive eyes, capable of conveying both seriousness and humor.

After a quick shower, I came out fully refreshed and slipped on a v-neck D&G shirt with a huge brown hoodie over it. I scrambled over to my closet and fished out a black jeans that was ripped at the knee. I sat down in front of my dresser as Ivy arrived with a plate of pancakes and maple syrup. "You're such a darling, I was getting hungry." I took a pancake and squeezed it into my mouth before grabbing my hairbrush. "Shouldn't you do something about this thing?" She murmured, pointing to my hair. "It's my hair, not a thing." I picked a rubber band from the table and put my hair in a high ponytail.

A few moments later the large double doors decorated with antique ornaments in front of me burst open, and His Highness Vladislav Dracula aka Vlad the Impaler walked in. Vlad is one of the most intimidating Volders I've ever met, not only because of his title and power but also because of his physique. With a large build and nearly two meters tall, it was hard not to feel intimidated the moment he walked into the room. Long wavy black hair framing both high cheekbones, his face still typical of the nobles of old. A pair of black eyes looks like a black hole that has no soul, some say that Vlad used to have the same eye color as Dostov and Alice, namely gray, but an accident caused his eyes p

“Yes. Still a bit weak, but the shower does feel great.” “Good, have a seat over there. I’ve already drawn Valko’s blood,” he says. “It didn’t even hurt,” Valko says as I run my fingers through his blond hair, getting a feel for the thickness. “How short do you want it, Valko?” “I’d like to be able to spike it up on the top, but I want it short in the back.” “So, longer on the top and shorter on the sides. Got it,” I say, as I grab my comb and scissors, and begin cutting his hair.

He was a friend I knew through a childhood friend, Drake. Although he was very attractive, I just couldn't be one of his admirers, and that intrigued him a lot; he openly said so a few times. I mean, the man was tall and handsome. He had beautiful dark skin with short white hair styled in a lovely haircut. He had high cheekbones and dark gray eyes. His abs were something to drool over, and he had a casual swag that was just down to earth.