Novel & Cerita Jax Teller Short Hair

Jax. He was 37, ex-military, tall and ripped with broad shoulders, thick arms, and a no-nonsense stare that made my stomach flip the second he walked in. Dark hair, sharp jaw, and a body built like he could pin me down without breaking a sweat. He wore a tight black compression shirt and gym shorts that did nothing to hide his powerful thighs. “Miss Kira,” he said, voice deep and commanding. “Your father wants results. I don’t tolerate excuses or lateness. We start now.”

I have to look up at them and it sucks. "Hey, Jo," Jon replies. Jax looks at me for a few seconds, then looks away uneasily. Jax is a tall guy — like everyone else around me — with curly dark hair that he has always kept short on the sides and longer but still trimmed and layered at the top. Angeline had several of his photos as a little boy and a younger teenager, in which his curly hair was long and fell around his face. She used to say she would one day trick him into a bet or something and have him grow it again.

Dark blonde hair somehow looking tousled and messy yet perfectly placed. As Theo steps aside, Jax comes fully into view. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt, the fabric straining against his thick biceps and broad chest. It does little to disguise his impressive physique underneath- the dips and curves of firm, hard-earned muscle. His jeans sit low on his hips, a perfect fit. As I drag my gaze back up to his face, I see that he’s checking me out, too, raking his eyes over my body. They pause and linger on my bare legs- I’m in a loose, long-sleeved navy cotton dress, and while it’s not the cutest thing I own it’s comfortable as hell. From Jax’s hungry gaze, he seems to approve.

Julian came down first, already scrolling through his phone, barely glancing at her. “Morning,” he mumbled, kissing her cheek out of habit. “Busy day. Might be home late again.” Bella forced a smile. “Of course.” Jax entered moments later, filling the room with his commanding presence. He wore a tailored black shirt that stretched across his broad chest, salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled. His eyes locked onto Bella immediately, dark and knowing. She felt her nipples tighten beneath her robe.

I punched her and ripped her clothes, and she screamed like a banshee after. "Great." Jack clapped his hands, grinning. It is about time for you to stand up for yourself. Let them taste their own medicine, Miss Cassy. I'm cheering for you." "Don't worry. I will do that." I chuckled. "Miss Cassy, You don't need to cut your hair. It's beautiful." "But I want to change my look." "Sir Alexander, like your hair long." "But Billy, if I keep my hair long, it would be easy for Christina to pull it."

JAX’S POV.I stared at my reflection in the mirror again after I curled my hair to the side. I was content with the image I saw; an undercut faded that I had achieved by myself with my clipper. I wasn't a barber, but I liked cutting my hair to my taste. I was dressed and ready to go. I flashed my white set of teeth as I tilted my head countless times to see how I looked.I was cute. That was no doubt.It was an Executive 3-piece pattern Tuxedo Suit. The suit, a mixture of Black and Blue, blended perfectly. The pant was Brown, along with the bow tie. In comparison, the inner was a White shirt.I didn't want something too flashy, so I settled for it.I stepped away from the mirror to pick up my pho

Eventually, Zara hung up and returned to the room. She changed into a baggy black T-shirt and shorts, letting her massive red hair fall loosely around her shoulders. The shirt dipped low on one side, exposing a hint of her collarbone and smooth skin. She walked out quietly—only to freeze at the sight in the kitchen. Jaxon stood shirtless at the counter, stirring something in a pot. His broad back rippled with muscle and scars, the gray sweatpants riding low on his hips. The tension in his arms, the veins on his forearms, the sheer quiet power in the way he moved—it all hit her like a slap of heat.

“Makes me feel like a Queen.” Jada snorted, but rushed forward when I wobbled, nearly tipping over from where I sat on the toilet seat. Her hair was different this week, styled in two thick braids that ran down her head and dropped well below her breasts. It was one of my favorite looks I’d seen on her so far, and I made sure she knew it by calling her Jada Warrior Princess every chance I got. Hakeem’s warm eyes darted between each of wounds, all of which were slowly healing, before they made it to my face. There was a twinkle of humor there, which he quickly smothered behind a dry expression.

Jax is standing there in the doorway in all his beauty. Even if he wasn’t my mate, there’s no doubt I’d feel attracted to him. Just as most of the powerful Alphas, he’s tall. I’d even say Jax is extremely tall. Even his wolf is a giant, bigger than any I have ever seen before. The broad shoulders, every single muscle well defined, he’s not hiding it in the slightest underneath his plain white t-shirt. His jaw is sharp. There are those mesmerizing green eyes. His face has got this slight edge to it. His slightly wavy chocolate brown hair is a slight mess, as if the wind had just brushed through it. Making him look wild, untamed, ruthless, simply a hot mess. And those full lips look as if they