Ivan Drago Haircut Novels & Stories

“I… I…” Ivy opened her little mouth. But instead of answering with words, she stabbed at Adrian with her dagger to express her resistance. Adrian grabbed the swinging dagger and tossed it to the ground. Soon afterward, he kneed her in the abdomen heavily once again. Ivy shook profusely. Adrian loosened his grip over her and she landed on the ground. She raised her tear-streaked face and her mouth hung open. She appeared to be in agony. “Don’t hit her, Draco. Hit me instead!” The redhead pinned on the ground said in a shrill voice.

he asked, his tone professional, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as if he were still unsure of the man sitting in front of him. Ivan’s lips curved into a small smile, one filled with both pride and a hint of sadness. “She’s very beautiful,” he began, his voice softening as he pictured her in his mind. “A mix of me and her mother.” He paused for a moment, his eyes distant as he continued. “She has long, bright orange hair—catches the light like a flame.” His smile grew fonder, the image of Cyndra’s face filling his thoughts. “And she’s got a face like a Barbie doll, delicate features. But her eyes… her eyes are blue, like mine.”

Draco's fingers feathered over the scar as he reminisced about that moment of darkness in his life, the moment he lost the light that brightened his world. "Do you want an updo, my lord?" the male servant behind him asked, the voice pulling Draco away from his den of thoughts. "Yes, an updo," he responded, his voice raspy. He still gazed at his scarred face in the mirror, allowing the servant to run the comb through his shoulder-length hair. Draco had always kept his hair like that because Andriandita loved it that way. Back when she was alive and he'd lay on her lap, she'd run her dainty fingers over his hair as she read him stories. It was basically simple moments that he cherished the mos

There was a loud thud from the other side of the door, and another before the door came off its hinges and landed on the ground with a bang. "Fuck, jack. You can't stay here when your mate is depressed" draco snapped, trying to come closer to me but I let out a loud roar and flashed him my fangs. He froze in his tracks and stared at me worriedly. A minute later, ivan rushed into the room and took in the scene in front of him.

I say out loud opening my hands out or a hug just for fun of it. The two taller men look down at me glaring fiercely but choosing to ignore me juts like in the past. They always silently watch my every move for Arden without another word even while I annoyed the just to get them off my back. They never budged. “Long time no see. Its good to see you too still as broody as ever. Dum, loving the new haircut by the way.” “Who are the two gorillas?” Ivan moves closer to me to ask in a whisper, but its not low enough as the other hears reducing his eyes to slits.

His mustache was a mixture of gray and black hair, which slightly covered his upper lip. He was wearing a black Desmond Merrion Supreme Bespoke suit and a Louis Vuitton Manhattan shoe and In his right hand, was a can of LAB Split. Not being impressed by what he wore, Cordelia looked away, and said, “I don’t do beer, give me your finest whiskey.” The man that approached her was Senator Ivan, a member of the Croatian parliament, and one of the richest men in Croatia. He was known to be one of the most lavish spenders in all clubs in town, and so he was highly respected by all the bar owners.

At the same time a longing built up inside of me for much more than his voice. “I wish I could see you…” I murmured before I could think better of it. My screen suddenly lit up as he switched from call to video. I sat back in my chair, nearly toppling over in surprise. It took me a good five breaths to remember, even though he had his video on, he still couldn’t see me. “There. Now you can see me coming,” DracoK4u grinned. He was shirtless. And ripped. And handsome as fuck. His slightly curly dark hair was carelessly tussled over his forehead, like an actor who’d just “woken up” in a movie. No one had the right to look this yummy after just getting out of bed.

When I was satisfied enough I let go of him so I could look at him nicely. He cut his hair in the sides and let it only on the top of his head. what's up with guys and this style? He had done dreads with the top hair which he tied back. He's face had changed a little as he looked more mature and his milky chocolate skin had a glow to it. He's eyes were a lighter grey now, and they looked even more prettier and I couldn't stop my smile. When Danny noticed what I was looking at he looked down. My smile dropped instantly. Placing my hand on his cheek concerned I asked.

He was at least being honest, clearly defining what he wanted without attaching any sentimental strings. — I'm fine, nothing happened. Where can I find you? I need you to cut my hair today if possible — I requested, desperately needing a change. We met in one of the many vast hallways, sitting on the floor with an inadequate pair of scissors. Diego cut my hair, leaving it blonde and curly just above my shoulders. I actually looked quite good, and I felt comfortable with the change. — You look great! — he said proudly of his makeshift work despite the conditions.

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?