Jax Teller Haircut Novels & Stories

It was as if the room reflected the man himself: composed, enigmatic, and meticulously guarded. “Why is he so secretive?” she muttered under her breath, her curiosity intensifying. Jaxon quickly slipped into his neatly ironed shirt and pants, pausing in front of the mirror to fuss over his hair. Strangely, it was taking him longer than usual. Out of nowhere, he felt an intense need to look perfect. His mind kept drifting to Isla, though he stubbornly denied she had anything to do with his relentless attempts to nail the perfect hairstyle. After some deliberation, he settled on a slicked-back look—his jet-black hair gleaming under the light.

He usually avoided any use of the curse word and it felt like broken glass in his mouth. “I want to get my haircut while we’re here … Do you think there are any hairdressers on the mainland?” Jake had the instant urge to tell her she didn’t need to change her hair, he liked it the way it was so he looked away toward Leila in hopes of hiding the frown on his face. He didn’t like the thought of her changing anything about how she was. You couldn’t improve on perfection.

She hugs me back tightly, planting a kiss on my hair. After hugging for a while, we pull back and I turn to Jax. He’s still leaning at the same spot, his legs crossed and a cup of protein shake in his hand. I can't help but wonder how many cups of those awful tasting shakes he takes every single morning. His black hair is messy like always and I can tell that he had run his fingers through it a couple of times. I notice he has a new hair cut too. “Morning,” I say, putting on a smile and pretending that the greeting came from the good part of my heart.

he complained. Jaxton's blond hair used to hang in wavy strands, reaching down to his shoulders. His momma let him grow it long so he could tie it back in a hairband. Just how his dad wore his. Now a mixture of light versus dark was being swept up from around the stools to where it was all pushed into a shaggy pile against the wall. "Dad says we're gonna be fighting each other in the Cage," Jaxton informed me, his expression downturned into something sorrowful. "I don't wanna fight you, Kian."

Nothing goes unnoticed when you have experienced trauma like that. I take a moment to look at Dax, he’s tall, well built, dark blue eyes, dark hair, cut exceptionally short so he doesn’t have to style it. I believe his words were, “Who has the time to style hair? I can just jump in and out of the shower, dress and leave in 10mins tops, 5mins if it’s not a date.” I chuckle to myself.

Water dripped from his hair as he stalked closer to Elias, who was still rinsing shampoo from his dark strands. “Nice mark you got there, princess,” Jax drawled, voice low and dripping with mockery. “What is that? Some kind of fairy tattoo? Or did Mommy and Daddy get you a little gay pride stamp on your ass?” Elias stiffened under the water. He turned slowly, eyes narrowing as he met Jax’s gaze. Water streamed down his lean, toned body—elegant muscle from years of precise control, not the bulk of a hockey player. “Excuse me?”

'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,

“Nana is still on the market and she will be out for a while. That’s for sure!” Lirah stares at the girl once again. But this time, she acknowledges her presence and observes her. “W-who are you?” “I am Joanne…” the girl said after taking a step toward her direction. Joanne has this weird black makeup under her eyes which she couldn’t imagine would suit anyone but her only. “Ah, this?” she asks while pointing to her hair. “This is called wolf cut. This haircut is popular nowadays, so I tried it!” Joanne has this weird ash blonde in several strands of her hair, the perfect upward eyebrows suit her well, she also has double eyelids and a little fat chin, which makes her cute even if she has th

And then I see him. Jalen. Standing there in a tan suit, with a white neat shirt and a tan tie. Both of his brothers stood as groomsmen. He looks amazing with his low hair cut with it being a little longer on top and back. It was cut into a modern-day mullet. His beard was also neat. And he was crying like a baby. I reach up and wipe his tears. “It’s okay.” “This is the happiest day of my life,” he says. “It’s mine too.”

she said. "I don't think he's ever cared," Sophie said, reaching to open a drawer below her dresser. "Tell them we'll be right down, Mom. We just have to make some finishing touches." Finishing touches take twenty minutes when Sophie handles them. We went down the stairs to find Jax and Zharn standing there, looking effortlessly cool. Jax’s black bomber jacket and fitted dark gray T-shirt barely masked his broad shoulders, the black ripped jeans completing his usual rugged yet put-together style. We are matching. A silver chain peeked from under his shirt, and his whiskey-colored eyes flickered over my outfit. I felt naked.