Jax Teller Haircut Novels & Stories

His hair was airy and volumized, and it seemed he had only just washed it. Without any wax on his hair, it seemed naturally curvy. Since this hairstyle covered his fierce-looking brows, it made Stanley appear less intimidating. “Honey, isn’t it ten o’clock at night where you are? Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Xyla asked. “Hmm. I wanted to check on you before I sleep,” Stanley said, smiling. When Xyla heard that, she immediately started laughing. “Well, you have done it now. Go to bed. I’m at my father’s place.”

I immediately wanted to put as much distance as I could between us. He was wearing a red plaid shirt and dark blue jeans. And his hair was all combed back and looked extra shiny, or greasy. He only chuckled lightly. "Its Alpha Jax." He said with an air of authority, holding up his chin. Someone obviously thinks very highly of himself and his name. Whatever. That's as close a guess you're ever gonna get from me. I looked around again, fully awake this time, trying to figure out what was going on.

Just when Ryan felt his balls tightening, Jax pulled off completely, fingers slipping free with a wet sound. “Not yet,” Jax said, standing up and towering over him again. He stripped his uniform shirt off slowly, revealing the sculpted muscle underneath, dark hair trailing down to the deep V of his hips. His pants followed, and that massive nine-inch cock slapped heavily against Ryan’s stomach, thick and veined, the fat head already slick.

I eventually noticed he’s got a style that I haven’t seen from him before and he looked like he’s a member of a really popular boyband. He’s wearing a long sleeve with prints of red roses all over and they were tucked pretty neatly. I could see his chest popping a little bit and the necklace around his neck just made him look hotter. His hair, I noticed the hair and it was waxed and meticulously brushed up giving a sight of that clear forehead. I could clearly see his face from a distance and I was a bit jealous that it looked pretty smooth and spotless. When I was his age, I had a few pimples here and there maybe because of the stress that I’ve been going through, but looking at Jayler righ

“Until I decide to release him.” Jade cuts a look to Jaxon, “How about after our conversation, we go screw with Jett? He will be at our mercy!” Jaxon smiles deviously, “I think that’s an excellent idea. Honey and feathers?” I laugh, amused at this childish display of sibling pranking. “Hell no. I’m going to put make up on him. You should give him pigtails now that his hair has grown out.” Jade says laughing. “Make him look like a hooker, Jade.” Jaxon said, laughing.

Really good. Across the room, Jax was doing the same. He wore a charcoal-gray sweater that clung to his broad shoulders and chest in all the right ways, the fabric soft but fitted enough to hint at the muscle underneath. Dark jeans sat low on his hips, his dark hair was pushed back, a few strands still falling forward, and the sharp line of his jaw was freshly shaved. He looked ridiculously hot — quiet confidence mixed with that edge of intensity that always made Ryder’s stomach flip. Ryder was just about to compliment him when Jax’s phone buzzed again on the dresser. Jax glanced at it, jaw tightening, a scowl pulling at his mouth as he typed a quick reply.

"Far enough from Northview that we don't have to deal with anyone's drama." "It's perfect," I said, offering him a wide smile. I had spent nearly two hours in the bathroom trying to tame her frizzy hair into a neat half up style, and while her dark green turtleneck wasn't exactly high fashion, the way Jax looked at me made all the frustration melt away.

'Tara says, “Just give me two hours, I will be back,” Zack says, and he steps out of the house with his jeep keys and drove to a beauty salon where he plaits his hair and trim his beard, and came home with his long plait hair well arranged and packed, and he asked, “babe, how do I look like?“ Zack asked, “I can't describe oh, please let me be” 'Tara retorted, and he made a gesture of him and laughed,

But the deeper I dug, the more I needed to see it for myself. Then he stepped into the cage. Jax Rivera. Twenty-seven. Underground legend. Tall, ripped, covered in scars and tattoos that told stories of every fight he had survived. Short black hair, sharp jaw, and eyes that looked like they had already decided how he was going to destroy his opponent. His body was pure power — broad shoulders, thick arms, abs carved like stone, and powerful legs that moved like a predator.