Romans & histoires Jaime Lannister Haircut

Chapter 47 – Jayler Lance stared at me pretty hard as if he doesn’t want to break away from it and the longer he stared, the stickier his stare got. This was the first time that I’m noticing how much of a good-looking guy Lance is and perhaps that’s because I’ve already unlocked this part of me that appreciates guys. It’s easily noticeable that he hasn’t gone to the barbershop for a longer while that his hair had grown way much longer than the last time that I saw him. His bangs were already long and wavy and if it weren’t for the black bandanna that he used as a headband, the bangs would’ve already covered his brown eyes. His patilla hair have already grown too but despite of the fact that

I saw the old man give a small smile as I pulled away from his neck, the bleeding already stopped; a small star shaped scar remained where I had bit him. “Your hair” Lance said in awe, reaching up and pulling forward a thick clump of hair and dragging it forward. A thick silver streak was in sharp contrast to my dark hair, about 3 inches wide; the mirror image of Lance’s. Unexpectedly a snort came from behind me as Christian began to laugh, then I heard Jay’s laugh mix with his and looked up to my Beta and Gamma.

“It’s a new year, what are you confused about, Jordi?” “New year, new me.” Jane chimed in flipping her hair before eventually giving us such a nice twirl just to show out her new style. A neck length bob cut and she even dyed it ashy grey which was glistening as the sunlight was hitting it. I looked over at Nikki who now has new expensive looking weave that’s as long as Rapunzel’s hair. It was a forty-inch weave that moved so silky and smooth all the way through her plumped bottoms. She also got a nose piercing that made her look edgier.

"Why would you do such a thing? Your red and long hair was one of the things I loved about you so why did you take such a drastic decision?" "I have always wanted to cut my hair and dye it blonde," Jasmine said casually. She stood up and approached him. "So you don't like the hairstyle?" She asked as tears started to form in her eyes. "No it's not that!" Justin quickly refuted when he saw that she was close to crying. The last thing he wanted was for him to make her cry. "I was just used to you being a redhead that this whole transformation is a lot for me to take in," Justin confessed.

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

“What do you mean?” “She’s about five foot three . . . sorry five foot five . . . with long straight hair that’s a sort of reddish blonde, it looks dyed . . . okay sorry, it’s natural actually . . . alright, will you stop . . . yes but will you stop . . . look you have to stop correcting me so I can talk to Jimmy. She’s wearing an old leather jacket with badges on it and she says her name’s Jaime . . . no sorry, well speak more clearly . . . it’s Jen . . . Jenny. Do you know a Jennie? with an ‘ie.’”

I have to look up at them and it sucks. "Hey, Jo," Jon replies. Jax looks at me for a few seconds, then looks away uneasily. Jax is a tall guy — like everyone else around me — with curly dark hair that he has always kept short on the sides and longer but still trimmed and layered at the top. Angeline had several of his photos as a little boy and a younger teenager, in which his curly hair was long and fell around his face. She used to say she would one day trick him into a bet or something and have him grow it again.

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

I went behind Ardyn, using my larger hands to gather the longer parts of his stupidly messy hair as I tried to tie it up. Ardyn had a wolf cut hairstyle going on, and while I wasn't a fan, he looked adorable and like a baby model at the same time with it so I wasn't one to complain. The back of it was comfortably covering half his nape now, and the front and middle part were well passed his eyes. His hair was really full too, so he usually just left most of it sticking at any way with a clear parting so he could see without having hair in his face.

At another table, Frank sat staring at Liam in his smart suit, his brow slightly furrowed. "Hey, been causing trouble lately?" Liam rolled his eyes, displeased. "No." "What's with the haircut then? Going for the military look?" "My mom made me." Liam sipped his champagne. "She thought my old hairstyle looked too thug-like for Uncle John's wedding, so she took matters into her own hands." "No worries, I think this look suits you."