Jax Teller Short Hair Novels & Stories

Long silver hair fell past her waist, she wore a white dress that bared her arms, with a high slit that went mid-thigh, gold jewelry adorned her ears, neck, and arms. She looked beyond empyreal. The rogues tried to run, but their attempt proved futile, and like magic, tornados circled each of them, bringing them up to the sky where they were held bound. Their screams and palpable fear made me joyful. "Jax?" I looked to the side. Zharn. "You're alive!" I said, full of glee. "As you are!" We embraced each other. "Your mate is powerful," he told me. "This is something like we have never seen before."

Katy grin and waved,Xander stride in, Isabelle jaw drop,he was absolutely steamy in his green tux,white handkerchief in v shape placed delicately in his pocket,the tux buttons open to reveal his shirt underneath,his look down on his nose,she continue to survey him the most confusing part to her was his hair,it was brown. "Isabelle" He wave though contented he manage to get her in trance,she lift her fingers. "Your hair was always gold right?" "This is my natural hair, don't tell me you've never seen me in my natural hair"He size her up.

A surge of anger ran through me as I heard more footsteps and soon the person came to focus. The Alpha of White Moon Pack, looked exactly as he had done with black long hair that he had pulled into a ponytail and green eyes that bled with hatred and evil. Jax was only a year younger than I was but I knew he shared the same height as I did. But he was a bit leaner than I was, but everything he lacked in physical appearance he made up in his attitude. He walked with stride, heading to the seat as his men bowed respectfully behind him before he sat in the chair, crossing his leg and smiling at the camera.

'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,

A smile of satisfaction crossed my face. Time passed slowly, and I began to think about what to expect from the healers during the withdrawal treatment. They normally required knowledge of the exact dosage in my system, but I had no idea how it got there or what the dosage was. The heavy sound of footsteps made my wolf alert, and I realized that the sound was coming from the hallway. Soon, a tall figure emerged from the darkness. From the scent, I knew it was Xander. He was dressed in black jeans, a simple T-shirt, and a stylish black leather jacket. His golden hair was neatly tied back, giving him a striking appearance.

I sat watching her trying to control my wolf. She's as beautiful as ever, up there with her confidence dancing and swaying to the music. She stands at 5'10 with long dark brown almost black hair, silver grey eyes, and a natural pouting lips. She was wearing a tight black tank top, dark blue daisy duke shorts and black cowboy boots with red accents. She's absolutely perfect, she was made for me by the moon goddess herself. I'm mentally beating myself up, if I knew Tess was my fated I would have never signed that contract. I wish I could go back in time and change everything I would with no hesitation. How am I going to explain this? Better question is how am I going to survive? Now she's sing

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.

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.

He tucked my hair to the back of my ear, then caressed my cheeks. "Your hair is really nice" I said making him smile. "Thanks,you can touch it if you want" I ran my hands through his hair,he took my hand from his head then brought it closer to his lips,then kissed it. "I can see you are having a nice time"Someone said. It was Xander with a girl with a really short dress. "Yeah,you wanna join?"Jayden asked and i glared at him shocked. Why would he ask Xander to Join us when he knows i can't stand him.

The heat seeped into my bones, easing the ache in my lower back. I was heavy. My belly was a swollen mound, stretching the fabric of the oversized tunic I wore. It moved occasionally, a sharp kick or a rolling elbow that made me wince and smile at the same time. " kicking again?" Jax waded through the water toward me. He was in human form, naked, the steam swirling around his muscular frame. His hair was longer now, tied back with a leather cord, and there were new scars on his chest—trophies from a border skirmish with a rogue pack last spring.