Ivan Drago Haircut Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Come on, quickly.” I frown but with tentative movements do as he says, now facing the cockpit to my left. “Should I be worried?” I mumble to myself. To my surprise, his fingers comb through my hair, shooting waves of static down my scalp. A silly grin fights to make its way across my mouth as soon as I realize what he is truly doing. Vladimir Perazzo, the scary crime boss of Venice is braiding my hair. “If someone saw you like this right now, I’m afraid they might stop taking you seriously, like ever,” I grin too fondly, knowing he couldn’t see me this way.

“Why did I do that?” I threw the pillow across the room. Then I threw another one. I reached for a third… “If you keep that up, you might cut off your own head.” His voice came from the doorway in it's rich, deep, smooth tone. I froze and slowly turned. Draven leaned against the doorframe, dressed in dark slacks and a black long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows. His black curly hair was damp like he just stepped out of the shower. His dark outfit with his well toned plate skin, only made the blue in his eyes sexier than usual.

When she finished, Justin took her comb and began brushing her hair, a ritual they had done for years. "I’m literally obsessed with your hair," he said, his fingers moving through the strands as if he hadn’t said the same thing a hundred times before. Ivy rolled her eyes, knowing full well that despite his words, he was more into blondes. She had even dyed her hair blonde once, only for Justin to laugh and tell her it didn’t suit her. She had promptly returned to her natural brunette. "I know, I have the best hair," Ivy said with a chuckle, trying to mask the sting of his earlier comment.

Tessa asked. “No, I didn't. But he had a black cloak on and he was silver-haired.” Ivy replied. “Silver haired?” Tessa shrieked before slapping her hand over her lips. “Like Darius?”