Jax Teller Short Hair Novels & Stories

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

pulling Godiva protectively to his chest. Godiva fought the rising panic in her heart, as Alpha Jax stood up. With the sides of his hair shaven and the middle held in a bun with the tattoo of a sword on his right arm, his appearance scared her. Luckily, before Alpha Jax spoke again, Alpha Brick decided to break from his apron string, taking over the mantle.

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.

I had never truly looked at Xander before but now that all my attention snapped to him, I couldn't help but take his appearance in. He had the most alluring eyes, something about them captivated you and made you not want to turn away from him. His jet black hair was cropped short, straight nose and strong jaw that was peppered with a five o' clock shadow. I realized, even for a Beta wolf, he wasn't all that buff — he was muscular and ripped but he didn't look like the next hulk. Even today, he was clad in his signature black suit, white button down and a black tie; probably some sort of uniform for him. I noticed his pale pink lips quirk into a smirk, "I don't think Alpha Silas would appreci

Appearance: • Muscular, gritty build with an intimidating physical presence; 5’11” tall. • Sharp, aggressive features: a perpetually clenched jaw, eyes that burn through people, usually under a furrowed brow. • Buzzed hair, some stubble—never fully clean-shaven. • Always in dark, fitted clothes—leather jacket, boots, a chain; carries himself like he’s untouchable. • His voice is low, coarse, and threatening, even when “calm.” Name: Jackson Reyes Prefers to be called: Jax Age: 32

She nodded, and I could see her relaxed as the hair stylist approached. "Hello, I'm Jay, and I'll be helping you out today. Do you have a preference as to what you want done?" He asked. Alessia glanced at me, "She is getting the full glamour package," I replied, winking at Alessia and then heading to my chair.

The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama She stared at the photo longer than she meant to. his dark hair was short, his jaw sharp, his eyes looked straight through the camera like they already knew what she wanted. No cheesy smile, no shirtless gym mirror shot, just a clean black suit with a loose tie, leaning against a city railing at night. Something about it made her thighs press together under the covers. She told herself she was just browsing, she told herself she’d never actually message him or anyone. But her fingers moved faster.

He had only been able to wear his trousers, and his shirt was left on the floor beside him. I walked into the clearing, still rearranging the straps of my dress and trying to smoothen my hair which looked like I had tussled on the grass with someone. Xavier’s eyes immediately went to me, then to my straps which I was adjusting, and to my hair. His eyes reddened and he ground his molars together. “What the heck Jayden? What the hell have you been doing with my mate?” he bellowed.

Innocent enough, but the way he asked made it feel like more. Ella: Old t-shirt and shorts. Nothing exciting. Why? What're you wearing, gym rat? Jax: Black tank and shorts. But the tank's coming off. Too hot. A photo popped up: him in front of a locker room mirror, tank halfway over his head, abs on full display — eight-pack rippling, sweat tracing the V-line disappearing into his low-hanging shorts. Bulging biceps flexed, that half-smile on his face like he knew exactly what this would do to me.

She flips her hair and walks away. Brett grits his teeth.. clenched his jaw and punches the wall. * * Alexa's pov "Perfect!" Miss Damien exclaims. I look down at my outfit and frown slightly... this is something Xander would totally disapprove of! I'm wearing a ripped off faded blue jean shorts that's only a few inches below my butts... A white crop top and a fades blue jean jacket. My hair falls perfectly on my shoulders.. a pair of white sneakers to compliment my outfit.