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.

"Is Alyssa trying to be a walking disco ball? She's too flashy." "I've lost interest in STAR jewelry because of Alyssa’s look." “STAR pieces are stunning, but Alyssa ensemble today? I'm no fashion expert, but that's a miss." “Ivan looks incredible today. Check out his photos." "Who's this Ivan? When did he enter showbiz?" "Look at e-sports star Ivan' latest shoot. He's breathtaking." Dressed simply in a hoodie and jeans,Ivan sported the Nighthawk series headphones and trendy limited-edition sneakers. His hairstyle and subtle makeup added a mature edge to his youthful appearance.

Lira (POV) From my altar of chains and rot, I can see him. Draven looks like a king carved from the pages of some fever-dream fairytale—a black leather jacket wrapped tight over a crimson silk shirt and silver buckles gleaming under torchlight. His honey-brown hair is still damp, slicked back from either snow or bathwater. Clean. Impossibly clean. The kind of clean that makes the blood dried under my nails feel louder. He looks almost innocent—like he didn’t order the flaying on me last week.

Said Edwin as he entered the salon. She shook her head slowly and smiled a little. Edwin, a grown man with the looks and demeanor that made women crazy, now looks like a kid in a candy factory. Edwin took Diandra to one of the officers wearing the salon's uniform. "I want my friend to have her hair styled to suit the current fashion... And the shape of her face, but don't cut it too much! I love the length and color of her hair! Keep it black or you can add some highlights to make it more colorful!" Edwin suggested while holding Diandra's black, long, straight hair without cutting. Diandra has not changed her hairstyle for years. She is busy taking care of the children.

Shirtless. Hair wet. A towel wrapped low around his waist. Adrian's stomach dropped. "Have you lost your mind?" Adrian's voice cracked. "She's drunk. You can't—you wouldn't—” His chest heaved. He looked wild. Desperate. “She’s my fiancée,” Ivan smiled slyly, rubbing his stubble, “Why shouldn't I?” He started to close the door. Adrian shoved his hand in the gap, not caring that the door crushed his fingers.

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.

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.