Jax Teller Haircut Novels & Stories

Her pitch-black hair is tied in a ponytail at her back. "MATE!" Jax yells again. Moon Goddess, really? What is this?..

said Shaquelle and placed the photo on the small table close to Jerry. As usual, Shaquelle wiped Jerry all over with warm water and a small towel. Then cut the man's long nails, and filed them to make them look good. Not to forget, Shaquelle also pulled out the thin hair from the beard and also shaved Jerry's thin mustache. Honestly, Shaquelle hates people who have beard hair and thin mustaches. “You know this is the first time I've shaved your mustache properly. Usually you always tease me, and make this shaver scratch the corner of your upper lip. " he chuckled.

Aleksander's eyes widened," I don't think you get a chance today. He's still frail. Maybe in a couple of days. Let him have a good rest. Have you eaten?" "Nope. I was waiting for you." "Okay. Let me feed you first, then have a haircut. Is that okay?" "Love it!" While she sat in the chair at the hair salon, Izabella considered how she would like to have her hair fixed. Become an ash blonde instead? "No," protested Aleksander, "I don't want it. Maximum three inches off the back, then long layers." "Yet her bone structure and facial traits..." The hairstylist Jiji Rose kept chatting, but Izabella didn't pay heed.

Jacob sounded like a baby this time. "Suck it up bro, it's just one day. I was almost out of the shower now and was just making sure I had all the conditioner out of my hair. When I got out, I toweled off and added a smoothing cream to my hair. Mrs. Carter insisted I use the cream if I was not ging to blow dry it. I'm not that girly, I don't need a blow dryer. I just let it hang out. I was laughing at my own joke, when I do that by brother can usually hear me.

💞 Gianna’s P.o.v💞 After that tiring pillow fight with Xander,i left for my room. “Hey, gorgeous” it was Jake,one of the guys from college. “Hey,Jake” “Gosh, you look so sexy” “Jake,i don’t have time to talk,am so tired and i have a hangover” “How about i take away your hangover?” He asked and i rolled my eyes. “Touch a hair on my sister and I swear i will cut your d**k and feed it to you” Jamal said,Jake put up his hands in surrender.

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.