Jax Teller Short Hair Novels & Stories

-Aline- Somewhere between Jian's place and mine, I decided that if I have to live the life of a wolf, I will not run around like a shaggy dog. So, I took a quick detour to my new, as of today, very talented hairdresser. To her surprise and admittedly mine, I marched right into the salon with my waist-length, straight black hair to demand she just cut it all off. She left me with just-barely-touching-my-shoulder-length hair.

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.

Standing about five feet ten inches with her four inches heels she is now almost the same height as Jack who is six feet tall. "Oh my gosh," Jack exclaims with wide eyes. "Is that you, Taylor?" I roll my eyes and stare at him. "Of course not, it's Josh!" The ladies begin to release the roll setting of my hair and, to it can have its perfect curls and Phoebe gives me a satisfied nod as the ladies finishes and exit the room.

She tied her silver blonde hair up in a messy bun and wrapped a towel around her body walking into the bathroom to wash down. At 25, Xara was 5’10 , quite tall but very short when she stood by her husband. She had oily olive skin and the most beautiful set of brown eyes. She wasn’t lanky, but had beautiful curves to compliment her height. What she loved mot about herself was her deep dimples. Her dimples were so deep that even if she didn’t smile they were beautiful A couple of minutes passed and she came out of the bathroom in her towel. She walked into her closet and picked a black spaghetti-strapped top and lose bum shorts revealing her long sexy legs and curves.

Then we had to meet in school and the same type of bullying keeps taking place. There is a narrative about my hair that always leave them feeling unsettled and I don’t even know what to do about that. Being the only one with my type of red hair also triggers the hell out of them. “Don’t worry about telling her to dye it. I have the perfect remedy for her.” Jax’s new girlfriend of this month Cara stepped up with an evil grin on her face. She is your typical highschool bully witj long bleached blonde hair, wide brown eyes that is always heavily lashed with artificial eye lashes and make up. I have never seen her natural and it seems like Jax prefers them like this.

I fixed the kids a simple meal of hamburger helper and then started to wait rather impatiently for Jax. I dolled myself up a little bit. I did not use too much makeup, but I had put on a pair of jeans that hugged my curves in all the right places. I also made sure to wear a rather revealing top as well. My chest was looking great tonight and I was happy that my hair was actually working with me. I let my long hair flow down my back in waves. Jax sent me a text letting me know that he would be down soon.

My Stinkers mean the world to me and so do their opinions. "Okay calm down I can't turn into her just yet y'all." They respond differently, Tez frowns: "Ny whot?" (Why not?) Qwan excited: "It a girl!" Tey was shocked: "Her? It's a girl? What's her name?" I explain happily, "I can't turn into her until I am 16. And her name is Ja'el she has soft white fur and dark blue eyes and she is sooo beautiful y'all. But you can't tell anyone about this yet okay not even Grammy! I'm gonna tell her myself I just don't know how... or when."

Except for the caretaker. His name was Jax Calder. Twenty-six years old, tall and powerfully built, with sun-bronzed skin, messy dark hair, and a thick beard that gave him a wild, untamed look. His white linen shirt hung open, revealing a sculpted chest covered in faint scars and tattoos. Barefoot in faded cargo shorts, he moved with the easy confidence of someone who belonged to the island.

They harass me right alongside Jarek daily. Xillon is to be Blood Moon Howler Pack’s beta in a couple of years once Jarek takes over as alpha. He’s the most handsome out of the three of them. Not to mention he’s always been the kindest towards me. Especially since gaining his wolf, Xavier. His bright grey eyes are enough to make any girl swoon. Sometimes I wish I could run my fingers through his short, curly, dirty-blond tresses. I love his smile and chiseled jawline. He’s model worthy for sure. My favorite part of training is when he gets all sweaty, takes his shirt off to wipe away all the sweat from his face, and discards it. His muscles are like… mmm… delicious, cut and chiseled to perfe

Aleksander's eyes widened," I don't think you get a chance today. He's still frail. Maybe in a couple of days. Let him have a good rest. Have you eaten?" "Nope. I was waiting for you." "Okay. Let me feed you first, then have a haircut. Is that okay?" "Love it!" While she sat in the chair at the hair salon, Izabella considered how she would like to have her hair fixed. Become an ash blonde instead? "No," protested Aleksander, "I don't want it. Maximum three inches off the back, then long layers." "Yet her bone structure and facial traits..." The hairstylist Jiji Rose kept chatting, but Izabella didn't pay heed.