Jax Teller Short Hair の小説・ストーリー

He grinned at the end of his introduction and the class seemed to ease into him. Next was a guy with dull green eyes and a smile which lacked effort. "Hey, I'm Jason Telix and I'm also 17." Jason had jet black hair and his clothing style was similar to Zack's except the colour pallet was darker, yet his physic could still be seen from under it. He was strong.

My world seemed to have gone into a slow motion. I stopped from strutting and so does Nikki and Jane. Xavier was wearing a very simple outfit, nothing really extravagant but the air within him felt like he’s the man and the moment. Maybe I was a bit biased with that, I don’t know. He was just wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of khaki pants perfectly matched with a pair of red shoes but it’s working pretty much cohesively. I noticed he put some wax on his hair and brushed it up giving such a nice clean and clear vision of his modelesque facial features. He looked as if he was walking the runway at Paris Fashion week.

The studio was dimly lit. “You must be Mia.” The voice was deep, smooth, and confident. Jax stepped out from behind the counter. He was tall, maybe thirty-five, with tattoos covering both arms and disappearing under the sleeves of his t-shirt. Dark hair, sharp jawline, and intense green eyes that seemed to see right through her. His smile was easy but carried an edge. “Yeah, hi,” she said, suddenly aware of how tight her yoga pants and cropped hoodie felt. “Thanks for fitting me in so late.”

A ghost of a whisper. His shoulders dropped slightly in relief, though his jaw was still tight, eyes scanning my face as if the pain might surge back any second. And then— Ding. The sound of the lift opening cut through the hall like a blade. Every muscle in my body tensed. I didn’t need to look. But I did. Jaxon stepped out. He was slipping his shirt on hurriedly, fingers fumbling with the buttons. His hair was disheveled, dark strands falling messily over his forehead like someone had been tugging at it. Red nail marks scratched down the side of his neck, angry and visible. His lips were swollen.

My wolf seemed to have a lot on his mind but other than that, he was relaxed. "Sorry it took me so long. My hair loves to hold water. The fire should help though," Jamela said sitting closer to the fire than me. "Why are you staring at me?" She laughed. "I'm trying to figure out how to help," I lied. "Are you volunteering to braid my hair?" She joked. " I can try," I proudly said obviously prepared to completely rip hear head apart. "I hope you like headaches," I warned her. "Hands off of my curls, mister!" She playfully shouted after she felt the first tug of her hair.

After a while, she came out looking refreshed. "Now you look great," wind commented. "What do we do to this hair,'' Wind said out loud as his sharp nails came into view. "I want it to be waist length." Xena was able to pinch in on-time. "As you wish," wind said as he let his claws do the work. Once that was done, Xena braided her hair into a ponytail before wearing her cloak. "Did you manage to find a path through this cave?" Xena asked in a worried tone.

She undid his trousers. "Well, hello there, big guy." She spoke to his erection. She tied her hair up and covered his d*CK with her mouth. "Princess!" Jaxon let out a ragged moan. ____________________________ Jaxon drove them to the beach where the photoshoot was to hold. Jaxon was wearing a blue and white flower print vintage outfit with shades and a pair of brown leather sandals.

Xander I find Hayley fast asleep, curled up in bed clutching a wet towel. Her hair is wet and she has changed into a pair of black cotton shorts and a loose grey converse t shirt. She looks exhausted. I pull the bedcovers over her and kiss her forehead. She stirs a bit and opens her eyes slowly. “I fell asleep,” she whispers. “Yeah you look pretty tired, go back to sleep.” “Are your friends still here?” “Yeah, they are downstairs.”

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

The look of fear on her face was kind of scaring me. "Who is that?" I asked. "That is Jeremy Dallas, one of the famous two." She whispered. He was talking to someone I couldn't really see, he was obviously a tall boy with long legs and broad shoulders. Little wiry hair was on his upper lips. His ginger hair was in a mohawk style which gave him a bad boy look.