Jax Teller Short Hair Novels & Stories

'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,

'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

“I just thought I’d dress up. You know, in case the Alpha happens to pass by.” Fatima choked on her drink, coughing as she tried to hold back her laughter. “Well, good luck with that,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. As if on cue, Jake appeared in the doorway, fresh from training and looking as effortlessly handsome as ever. His shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to his toned body, and his hair was tousled in a way that made him look annoyingly attractive. Tammy’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

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.

I would hide in a corner and watch him address the pack members from afar. His presence alone commanded attention. I couldn't help but be captivated by his striking appearance. Alpha Jax had a strong, chiseled jawline that could cut a paper in two if it was angled well enough. His eyes were mesmerizing shade of blue. They were impossible to look away from. They drew me in like the ocean. I could get lost in them forever. His dark, tousled hair fell effortlessly across his forehead, adding a touch of ruggedness to his polished appearance.

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.

His eyes transitioned to man with the translucent blade, X. X was no taller than 5 and half feet. His long gray hair was thick but flowing like water, even though it had been attempted to be subdued in a pony tail. Almond shaped grey eyes that were a rich color, but gave warning of a terrible storm was brewing ahead. He was rather fair complected, but had a hue of yellow. Even though X was dressed in a few layers it did nothing to hide his slender but muscular build.