Ivan Drago Haircut Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

His gray eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, the corner of his mouth twitching. "As much as it is to watch you two drool over each other, can we get a move on with our orders? In case you've forgotten, there is a war going on out there, and we are nowhere near winning it." I drawled, pulling the attention back to me. Draven narrowed his eyes, a green glow mixing with them as his dragon showed its presence. Draven, dirty blonde, a few shades lighter than my hair, was braided back; he was taller than me by two inches, his shoulders a little wider than mine. But I didn't let him bully me around. I could punch just as hard as him and fight just as well.

I laughed. I was 5’9” and built on the thick side. It was mostly muscles. Dragons don’t have much body fat. I started shaving my head in my late teens. Initially, it was to make my morning routine easier. I kept shaving because it left fewer traces of myself behind for trackers to use.

I saw short hair, broad shoulders, well sculpted face, when I lifted the shirt that I was on up, I saw a fitted body with abs staring back at me. I was Ivan. “Arrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”

His commanding posture and penetrating gaze were intimidating enough. Completely opposite, Drake was handsome and charming. He had a thin body, but well-groomed and defined. The hair wasn't cut regularly, so it was always long, but not very long. He seemed happy and always kind, he didn't carry any dark traits, he didn't pose any danger.

I push my head and say to her; "Please don't start and I am begging you don't do anything stupid," She laughed and turned back to Drake's chair, she wave at him and Drake wave back at her; and he look back to his friends laughing at the jokes they appear to be telling. "That's bullshit"I overheard Drake say it to his friends, he laughs. I look at him, and I can't help but smile. He is so handsome, with his dark brown eyes and his perfect lips that always seem to be smiling. His hair was cut short and he had a nice tan complexion that made him stand out from the rest of us in class.

Zaire sat two booths away with his teammates, all in their stupid matching red and black varsity jackets, laughing so obnoxiously loud over something that probably wasn't even funny. My heart literally skipped a beat the second my eyes found him. He had a fresh fade, and his dreadlocks were braided into double-strand twists, which looked so fucking good on him. His jawline was sharp, high cheekbones, and I couldn't help my eyes that slowly drifted down to his full pink lips.

I push my head and say to her; "Please don't start and I am begging you don't do anything stupid," She laughed and turned back to Drake's chair, she wave at him and Drake wave back at her; and he look back to his friends laughing at the jokes they appear to be telling. "That's bullshit"I overheard Drake say it to his friends, he laughs. I look at him, and I can't help but smile. He is so handsome, with his dark brown eyes and his perfect lips that always seem to be smiling. His hair was cut short and he had a nice tan complexion that made him stand out from the rest of us in class.

I’m halfway to the door when a low, amused voice stops me cold. “Where do you think you’re going?” I freeze. My pulse races as I slowly turn around, dread curling in my gut. Ivan stands before me, his towering figure partially concealed in the dim light. He’s fresh from a shower, a towel wrapped low around his waist, clinging to his hips. His hair is wet, water droplets sliding down the sharp lines of his face, tracing along the ridges of his chiseled jaw. His muscular, tattooed chest is fully on display—each intricate line inked on his skin adding to the raw power he exudes.

He slightly leaned over and got close to the child’s angel face. The girl seemed to be younger than 4, considering her in front of Mr. Dragoesti. A different child from the one in the picture. A thin, beautiful girl, with long blond hair, longer than shoulder length haircut, dressed in a cute deux-pièces and an embroidered vest. She was shod in pretty red boots, needless to speak, ready for a special day. Vlad looked into the girl's eyes. The girl also saw that tattoo, that green dragon. The tattoo seemed to imperceptibly move again and seemed to admire the charming little girl too.