Jax Teller Short Hair Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I put on more makeup than usual, but still much less than Mom and Jaxon probably expected. When I made my way downstairs for the official introductions, I’d managed to calm myself. My eyes still felt too warm from almost crying, but my smile didn’t waver when I descended the stairs toward Dad, Jaxon , and his companion Felix . Dad took my hand, squeezing it as he led me toward my future husband. Jaxon’s expression was a masterpiece of controlled politeness as he regarded me. His eyes were dark blue, like the depth of the ocean, and gave the impression that they could swallow you just as easily as the bottomless sea. Disapproval flashed across his face when he took in my dress.

he softly kissed and helped me clean my face first while my wolf healed all the hickeys. Once, I looked presentable, I quickly changed into my jet black sports bra matched with the same colour of shorts. “Let me help you with your hair, babe,” Jax offered and quickly braided my hair in the most beautiful design I had ever seen. “Wow ! You really are a magician with hair,” I appreciated. “Where did you learn that from ?” I asked as jealousy suddenly erupted in my system. “Former girlfriends ?” I questioned while frowning hard. “WHAT !? HELL NO. I told you before that I have never even kissed anyone before you,” he replied offended.

The time passed quickly and all too soon they were entering the salon. There were three stylists who worked in bright open space. The Senior Stylist was a short Japanese man with a bright purple Mohawk. Both his arms were covered in tattoos, and Jasmine introduced him as Taki. Working with him was Betty, a short petite blonde who seemed to have trouble meeting his gaze and Alex, a tall bald man with a razor-thin goatee.

I pulled out the burner phone I'd picked up on the way back from the orphanage and dialled a number. “Happy Hound dog parlour, how can I be of service?” The familiar voice exuded sunshine. “Good day. I have a xoloitzcuintli, have you had any experience with this breed? I'd like the traditional breed specific haircut and I'm struggling to find a parlour for him,” I said, trying to change my voice as much as possible. There was silence on the other side of the line, well almost silence. I could still hear the sound of a hairdryer in the background.

I heard Kalen whisper from behind me. I shook my head and turned around. I went to respond, but my breath hitched when I saw who came along with her and Maddox. He was taller than Maddox and had muscles galore. His black hair was shaved on the sides and styled with messy waves on top. It had midnight blue tips. Those obsidian eyes had blue shimmers in them as well. I had only met a single person who looked like this. “Jaxon! Where in the world have you been?” I asked as I drew him into a hug.

Jax teased. "For real. I mean, just look at his abs. Nobody has abs like that." I was baiting him a little. I knew for a fact that Jaxon was sporting some crazy defined abs under his t-shirt, and I could feel his hard body beneath mine as I laid on top of him. "How did you even dress up like Jacob for halloween?" He asked, not taking the bait. "I wore a tight t-shirt that looked like abs, the wolf tattoo on my shoulder, jorts, and tennis shoes. I also wore a long black wig so it looked like his hair before he cut it in the movies."

If Xander isn't home yet, then he should be almost home. I quickly wipe my body clean and make use of my cosmetics. When I finish, I brush through my hair as I'm not in the mood to style it. I only apply lip gloss to my lips before I slip on a pair of jeans shorts over the customized T-shirt I had made for me and Xander.

Once seated, Lennie overviewed the purpose of the Hive. A tall, skinny male with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes stared at me with a blank expression as he sat across from me. His faded band t-shirt and jeans looked wrinkled as if he hadn't had any sleep in days. If I had to guess, that was Jax.

The amount of hickies I have the next day when I wear something traditional is proof of that. “Jaan, on come, open the door. I miss you,” Xander yelled from behind the door. I rolled my eyes and walked to the door. I slowly opened the door, still feeling butterflies in my tummy. Xander’s eyes widened as he took in my appearance, and a low growl escaped his throat. The shifting colors of his eyes indicated both Xander and his wolf, Xyler, were more than pleased. He was clearly taken aback by my sari-clad figure, and I blushed at his reaction.