Jax Teller Short Hair Novels & Stories

Jaxon sits up and scoots to the side of the bed while looking at my right arm and then up at my face before he casts his gaze downward. Jaxon takes a deep breathe and I watch as air fills up his shirtless chest, and only then do I notice he is only clad in a pair of black basketball shorts. Upon closer inspection, I notice his facial hair is longer and a bit unruly, his eyes have purple bags under them. His hair is a chaotic mess like he has ran his hands through it more than he hasn't. He looks like such a beautiful disaster. Jaxon is the only person I know or have ever seen that can pull off looking this awful. He makes awful, look good.

*Wow,he was already dressed up*she wondered where he got dressed since they shared the same room. *Truth to be told,Xavier is hot I guess that's why he steals girls heart quickly,now I see why Jessica can't go a day without mentioning this Xavier of a guy,his jet black hair was gelled to the back ,his thick eye brows gave enough reason for someone to fall for him,not at all mentioning his soft lips* *Oh,now you taking his looks in girl*my subconscious self squealed and I quickly snap away from his spell only to find his staring at me.

Nothing goes unnoticed when you have experienced trauma like that. I take a moment to look at Dax, he’s tall, well built, dark blue eyes, dark hair, cut exceptionally short so he doesn’t have to style it. I believe his words were, “Who has the time to style hair? I can just jump in and out of the shower, dress and leave in 10mins tops, 5mins if it’s not a date.” I chuckle to myself.

I could tell its a boy you know through the. " Missed me?.. You know I'm just next door " . XAVIER. I looked up at Xavier's face and I hitched a breathe. Today his hair was smooth but a strand was dangling above his forehead. He gets hotter everyday. I just wanted to put my hand into his hair and caress it and sniff it. He had a smirk on his face, he had on a black shirt that read DUDES and he wore a black jean that hugged his straight long legs perfectly. How could one human specie have it all. I mean this is unspeakable. But I want him.. Did I just say that?

"He can cut just to fix the length. The tips. A palm. Or even leave the strands very short, only in a way that you can still comb and put back.” "Very short" I spoke in a firm tone, without hesitation. "Are you sure, my babe?” I observed the way Jessy frowned and the hairdresser who again imitated how the cut would look. "Yes, I got tired of this big hair.” "I even got attached to him," Jessy confessed with a vague look, clearly remembering the various moments when she held those wires in her hands, while I... She blinked, moving the scene away from her eyes. " But if you prefer it that way, that's fine.”

'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,

His voice was dangerously low. She chewed her lip but didn’t answer. “Or is it just your innate distrust toward men that has you so alarmed?” “What did you bring me here for, Jax?” “That woman.” He said, using a flint box to make a candle burn to life. Illuminating part of the tent and slashing over his face. A narrow square jaw and a pointed chin did not detract from his harsh blue eyes and the long blonde hair. Wound into warrior braids which were beaded near his face with the marks of those he’d killed.

Water dripped from his hair as he stalked closer to Elias, who was still rinsing shampoo from his dark strands. “Nice mark you got there, princess,” Jax drawled, voice low and dripping with mockery. “What is that? Some kind of fairy tattoo? Or did Mommy and Daddy get you a little gay pride stamp on your ass?” Elias stiffened under the water. He turned slowly, eyes narrowing as he met Jax’s gaze. Water streamed down his lean, toned body—elegant muscle from years of precise control, not the bulk of a hockey player. “Excuse me?”

“How do I look?” I spin around, for Jaxon, who has been staring at me since I got out of the bathroom. It's a cold morning and we're packed up to leave for town. Jaxon got prepared since the wee hours of the morning. He's shaved and trimmed his hair and right now, he looks even more Daddy—Whatever that means. Although I miss that thick, sexy beard, there’s something about his Super Mario moustache and shorter hair. He's wearing a maroon plaid shirt, black jacket, and dark jeans. He has his boots on. He's already put our things in his truck and Snowie's tottering around him as usual, constantly meowing like she’s afraid we’ll forget her.

I murmured. Jasrylle sighed loudly, then stood up. My eyes widened when I saw what she was wearing. I could never dress like that. Her tube top barely covered her chest, and her shorts were so short that one wrong move would expose everything. The only saving grace was her long hair, covering just enough.