Novel & Cerita Jax Teller Short Hair

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.

Cordelia cried out, her hands gripping the edges of the bench. As pleasure mixed with overstimulation, she reached back and touched his shoulder. Her fingers met smooth skin… then something harder. Tiny iridescent scales were pushing through. She yanked her hand away in shock. “What the hell— your skin… it’s—” Jax rose up with a dark laugh and slapped her ass hard. “Shut the fuck up and take what I give you, little human. You don’t get to ask questions.” He stood, shedding his clothes. His cock was monstrous, even bigger than Elijah’s, thick and heavy with prominent ridges along the shaft and a slight swell near the base. The head was already leaking. Cordelia’s eyes widened in genuine fear.

a low, displeased rumble came from the doorway. Jaxson stood leaning against the dark wood frame, his massive six-foot-three silhouette blocking out the light from the hallway. He was dressed in a simple pair of black Warriors training shorts and a sleeveless black compression top that showed off the heavy, corded muscles of his arms and the thick, pale scars crossing his shoulders.

He’s got another warrior punching his shoulder and telling him to go easy on me. What the hell? Xander looks at me and his lips pull into a maddening, hot half-smile. His shoulder-length hair is pulled back, with loose strands framing cheekbones carved by the gods. Dark hair. Great jawline. Probably a walking red flag. Just my type. And I’d be lying if I said the way he’s looking at me, like he wants to spar with me and bend me over something solid, doesn’t send a very sexy thrill through my stomach.

“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 whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.

She wanted to jump into the jacuzzi instead, but time was not on their side; reports indicated that Roberto was in serious condition. “Mrs. Hayle, don’t compare me to other men. I like your body now! I’m comfortable with it, and no one else can have it but me! Do you understand?!” Jaxter said, cornering Hayle in the stall but ensuring she didn’t touch the cold glass wall, then dousing them both with warm water, startling her. “Jax! I don’t want to wash my hair today!” Hayle’s voice echoed throughout the room, but Jaxter ignored her, continuing to wash her. The more she squirmed in annoyance, the more he enjoyed it.

"You’re early. That’s a first." I glanced up—and immediately regretted it. Jax was shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung sweatpants that did nothing to hide the sharp V-line dipping below his waistband. His hair was damp, messy in a way that looked infuriatingly good on him, and there was a cocky glint in his ocean-blue eyes that told me he knew exactly what he was doing. I instantly snapped my gaze back to the tablet. "You look like you’re about to collapse." He said. I could feel his eyes roving over me.

His 6 ft 4 height was towering over her 5 ft 7 frame, making it compulsory for her to look up at him. He had short golden hair which was slicked back and bright green eyes which he covered with large rimmed glasses. His lips were round and full, fitting his well-chiseled face perfectly. Even without making an effort, he was already handsome. And, if Jade was a little bit like other girls, she'd have fallen for him. "What's your problem, Bucket?" She sassed coldly, glaring at him. "Your actions have really gone out of line, Jade. Come back with me and I promise to make sure you don't get expelled." Shawn uttered calmly and retracted his hand from Jade's.

asked Felicia directly. Jayden brushed his hair in his usual sassy style. The short and slightly long haircut at the top looked really good on Jayden. He looks tidier and fresher. Felicia almost didn't know him. So before that he only saw Jayden with his hair slightly long or in a ponytail. Even though Jayden's hair was really good. "Uh-huh. Handsome, right?" Felicia pouted. "Well, that's good. It's neat to see."