Jeff Hardy Haircut Novels & Stories

She used to get startled by his desire to be naked but got used to it by now. "Your haircut!" she suddenly remembered. "Your barber fixed an appointment for you this evening. So don't forget," she walked closer. "You have long hair and your hairline is perfect too..." she wanted to touch his hair but held back her urges. "A classic pompadour hairstyle will suit you best...it will go well with your beard too..." "Pompadour, huh?" Jeremy asked, running his fingers through his hair. His barber always asks him to style his hair that way, but he'd refuse since he doesn't like to put much effort into styling his hair every day.

I saw the reason why no woman could look away from him. His hair. It had been cut low. As much as I hated it, I loved this new look. The sides of his head were tapered, leaving a tuft of hair that lazily fell around his face. This accentuated his razor-sharp jaw and he looked younger; like a model walking out of a fucking swimsuit magazine.

Five days later. Shaun walked out of the judicial department with both his hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers. After being locked up for a few days, he now had a crew cut, but it did not ruin his attractiveness. On the contrary, his attractive facial features became more prominent. It made him look even more arrogant and intimidating. “It must’ve been a tough few days for you, Eldest Young Master.” Hadley went to him excitedly. Rodney thumped his chest. “Motherf*cker. I thought I’d never get to drink with you anymore.”

Sort of a playboy that dwells in an ancient man's body. A smile stretches up my lips. “You look…awful.” The grin he had was gone in an instant. His brows furrowed. “I asked for the best haircut…she said it was the best for tawny men.” He said as he bent his head, swirling his neck to give me a three-sixty degree turn. His haircut gave his hair a nice gradient, it was cut very low at the front and tapered to the sides and down his neck, waves form in a spiral at the center of his head, spreading down

The man called, balancing his lady arms in his, and throwing Hardy one of the biggest most brightest smile. "Jeffery," Hardy called, coldly. "You haven't change one bit." Said the man, "Anyways, this is my wife, Aneesa" the Jeffery guy smiled so much his one sided dimple just had to expose itself through his scanty bears. "HI, I'm Aneesa." The lovely lady offered for a hand shake, but Hardy never took it. She looked sad, and a whole disappointed But what did she expect, Hardy was a beast. A gruesome rude one.

he faced us scratching his head. Well the head was not bald like Dwayne Johnson's own, his only shows any one that looks closely at him that he wasn't ready or doesn't want to grow old. His hair was cut in the popular Afro style, it was so obvious he dyed his hair black, but I could still see some stubborn grey hairs that refused to be black at the sides of his head, the man surely doesn't want to look old. But his beards gave out the secret. "Dad don't tell me you dyed your hair for the ninth time this month? " Kene asked his dad.

I looked down at the table, at the floor, at the railings, but I would not look at him. "You obviously haven't been here long," he then said to me. "I haven't," I replied. "So, can you just get what you want out of me and be done with it?" They laughed. All of them. Even the witches. I was serious, but they laughed. And that's when I looked up and got a better look at Jeffery. He was very young looking, maybe around my age, even. Was that man actually my age? No way. No way in hell. His hair was black, slicked back and shiny. All the men had hair like Jeffery's—slicked back and out of their face. The women had their hair French braided over their shoulders.

I sighed softly looking ahead to my man. James was waiting for me at the entrance and when he felt my presence, he looked up and the whole world faded away. He looked hot in a grey three piece suit with brown oxford shoes. His long hair was replaced by an undercut haircut which had trimmed edges in the sides and the medium hair on top was styled into wavy curls with a side part. My jaw dropped… When did he have a haircut? I swallowed slowly while licking my lips at how good he looked. James's eyes trailed over my body, it made me feel a familiar warmth between my legs, dampening my panties. My core throbbed and I gulped.

Jerry suddenly screamed with his face all red, he managed to struggle and get his head out of Jack's head and glare indignantly at him but got a smirk in response. The face beneath him was fair and bright red, the white hair complimenting it fell over the fairy's back to his waist and those pink lips were pursed in a pout making it more... delectable? Jack stared right at Jerry and Jerry stared back, they stayed like that for about half a day. Jerry was observing Jack's features that had matured over the years, a now chiseled jawline and sharp chin, and his full lips were now more prominent. His dark green hair had reached his shoulders and after convincing him to have a new haircut, his ban

They were the ones keeping me from falling into depression. I piled up the boxes, I'll have to come back to get the rest. I picked up just one because I've been too lazy to do any work these days. I dropped the boxes at the staircase so I can lock the doors. When I turned around ,I flinched at the shadow standing behind me. “ Jeuse Christ!” I gasped as I tried to calm my breathing while also ignoring the racing of my heart. “ Hey.” He said. He looked different. His hair was no longer blonde , they were jet black and shorter. He had a new haircut ,those stylish taper fade cuts. Dressed in jeans and black button up ,he stood tall and handsome just as always.