Josh Dun Hair Novels & Stories

I think they just want to be first at the food. “OK, WHICH OF YOU ASSHOLES PUT HAIR DYE IN Y SHAMPOO BOTTLE?” I hear Marcus scream. He had just walked into the packhouse. I am the first to see him as he walks into view. I had to turn around to hide my laughter quickly. His normally dark blonde hair is now very bright orange. It looks like someone cut a large orange in half and stuck it on his head. “Damn man, that is orange,” Josh says.

I said. “Oh, come on. Just for a few minutes,” Joshua took off my overcoat until I was left in just my shirt, pants and boots. “Hey!” I snapped when he untied my hair. “What the heck, man! You know I don’t like when others touch my hair…” “I am sorry,” he cupped my cheeks. “You look like a fairy with open hair. This place looks too magical to not unravel the magical side of Carys Elffire.” “Fuck you!” I said, scrunching my face annoyingly.

“I guess you’re right, but I’ll give her time to recover first.” Ricky agreed and handed Robert another slice of pizza. Violet and Josh rocked up on my doorstep not even ten minutes later having just visited their favourite equally-eccentric hair dresser. “So? Looks sexy hey?” Josh asked us as Violet showed off her new hairstyle. Gone were the long purple tipped spikes, replaced by long, slightly curly black hair. Her signature dark purple streaks were situated sporadically through her hair but, overall, it looked utterly amazing and completely different. “Woah Vi! You look insanely gorgeous!” I exclaimed as she struck a pose in typical Violet fashion.

His perceptiveness always left me impressed. I nodded. “He had some history with my grandmother. Or maybe he just hated that she was a witch.” “That’s strange, because the Josh I know is someone who loves researching witchcraft; he finds witches fascinating. For him to hate your grandmother enough to...” “Bill, shut up,” Akai nudged Bill’s arm. We stepped aside, hands clasped behind our backs to make way for the man stepping out of the car. Josh Morgan. His hair was flecked with silver, he had no mate, yet he still looked healthy and powerful. He wore dark sunglasses that obscured his eyes. He looked straight ahead, not glancing at us as he passed.

Ben proposed. Gale shook his head. "Nah. I'm good. Just give me a minute to change and wash my face." He said nervously. Molly and Ben left the room, and Gale took a set of clean clothes before going to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he enters the living room where everyone was talking. When they saw him, Denise and Josh immediately standing up and walked over to him. Josh Brooks is a tall man with dark hair. Alex's nose and face shape definitely got inherited from his father. He extends his hand for a handshake. "Josh Brooks," he said.

I tied my hair in a ponytail before heading down to the living room. When I was done with the house chores, Joshua walked in, looking all dressed up. He was putting on a purple button up shirt with black jeans and a pair of converse. His hair was slightly styled and jelled, hate to admit it but he looked good. His green eyes flickered towards me as he glared. "Are you too old to greet me now?" "N-no sir, forgive me" I said quickly. He rolled his eyes and proceeded to grab his car keys from the table.

Josh Callahan, a new winger from Dallas who hit like a freight train. Josh was tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky drawl that said Texas before he even opened his mouth. His hair was sandy blond, sticking up like he'd run a hand through it one too many times, and a faded tattoo ran down the inside of one forearm. He wore his confidence like armor, but there was an easy warmth to him too, the kind that made you want to follow him into a fight. Josh bumped his fist to Noah's shoulder. “Don’t worry, rookie. If Coach hasn’t run you into the ground yet, you’re doing fine.”

Good thing she didn't know who he was or she'd lump him in with all those jocks she called assholes. Josh didn't think he'd ever been that guy. He didn't party, didn't make lurid headlines. Only had one girlfriend at a time, although, apparently, he didn't pick too well in that department. He made a point of only being photographed in his helmet or oversized aviator shades and ball cap. And that was only because it allowed him to be out in public without being recognized, at least most of the time. He wasn't a publicity hound like so many others. Even when his photo was taken or video shot for his endorsement contracts, the helmet and glasses were part of it. "Hey, Josh." Antony's voice boom

Jeff said while defending his brother. Unlike Jeff….. Josh has brown hair and not ack hair. His hair is short and was cut into a Pompadour style. His skin glitter, but not like that of Jefferson because Jefferson seems like a girl due to his skin color and long hair…. While Josh is the opposite of Jeff. "I thought you didn't have any siblings". "I do. But….. I just don't tell people to think which are not going to benefit them". He replied, before shifting his gaze towards my orange juice. "So what brings you here?".

and he was mad as hell about it, too. "Put our best men on Robert D'Rose' right now. He knows exactly where she is," Caine ordered his brother. Josh was older but not near as strong as Caine. Caine had thick wavy black hair, dark eyes with thick eyelashes, and he was tall and thin, but also very ripped. His red skin sat high on his Cherokee cheek bones, and he had a body for days. While Josh was also tall, he was blonde with light features. His hair was long and had huge ringlets in it, and he had a short goat tee to match. He did have high cheek bones but his skin was not red, it was pale and his eyes were blue.