Jude Bellingham Hair Novels & Stories

, which is a play on words and sounds very similar to a typical Filipino curse word but literally, if nonsensically, translates to king mother hen. Apart from Grades 9 and 10 when he had a crew cut or whitewall, Dion has had Edward Cullen’s long hair that’s always newly washed and strategically tousled. He’s also constantly clean-shaven and baby-faced. Nathan has Jughead hair as though it had popped fresh from under a Jughead beanie, and he sometimes has two weeks’ growth of mustache plus a landing-strip goatee that he’s partly inclined to grow.

Arlen nodded in agreement as they slowly approached Vermeil. Vermeil Fonde is a transfer student during their last year at middle school. Before, he was seen as a delinquent because of his flaming red hair which both the students and the teachers thought that he dyed his hair due to him being influenced overseas. But, his elder brother, Zedrick Fonde who was studying in his second year at high school explained that it was the natural color of his hair. Even Zedrick’s hair was golden blonde which also made him mistaken as a delinquent like his younger brother now.

Jude would be home in less than fifteen minutes, and I couldn't wait to see him. It seemed like I'd just set the phone down when the front door opened. I looked over my shoulder at the sound of it closing to find the most gorgeous guy I'd ever known waltzing toward us. He stood just feet away. In the few weeks since I'd seen him, his hair appeared darker, more of a rust than red, and I'd swear he'd gained another twenty pounds of solid muscle. Jude never worked out, so I had no clue where his bulk came from, but it looked incredible on him. "Hey, sunshine." I wagged my brows, knowing my mom stood behind me and couldn't see the way my face lit up while I stared at him.

I giggle myself and she came over to me giving me a huge hug. ‘Hi Zel, you almost scared me to death!’ she laughed before pulling back, the door in her room opened and out walked a very handsome merman. He had shoulder length black wavy hair designer stubble that covered his strong jawline, bright piecing green eyes and muscles upon muscle. He looked to be carved from stone, I didn’t know you could have muscles on the top of your shoulders. His tale was long thick and black with a shimmer of green when the light caught it. I hadn’t realized I was staring until I head Bella laughing and closing my jaw.

she hissed under her breath and she internally scolded herself for raising her hopes up. “Should I be worried about my hair?” Belle asked and she touched her hair as if she was scared. “No, Mummy says it’s not good to rip people’s hair out after I did so to Jayden,” Zendaya replied. “Jayden Gerano?” Belle asked and Zendaya nodded. “Your daughter is a fiesty one,” she commented to Kiandra. “Not her best moment,” Kiandra responded. “Nah, she did well especially as it was to Jayden Gerano,” Belle praised and she patted Zendaya’s head.

A smile on her face as Anda stared in horror. "Goodevening Miranda" Judith greeted bowing slightly. "Judith .. you found me"Anda whispered softly masking her face and dropping her helmet on the bed . " What have you done with your hair?"Judith asked frowning in disapproval. " It kept getting in my face so I cut it"Anda answered. " And not because you want to cut off any thing that ties you to De Costa? You even dyed it black.. it must have cost alot to colour your rich red hair"Judith smiled.

I drag my eyes from questionable territory and take in the rest of him instead. Jared is tall–he has got a couple of inches on my 6 feet–and all lean muscles. He’s a bit bulkier than Jude, and that’s pretty much the biggest difference between them. It looks like it’s been a while since he cut his hair, and the blond locks are curling against his nape and ears and constantly blowing in his face. I came to terms with the fact that I’ll never get used to how good he looks years ago–and the funny thing is that somehow, my brain doesn’t work the same way with Jude, who looks so much like him.

He blows in like a king ready to receive his subjects. At six foot three and almost zero body fat, he’s tall and lithe and tightly muscular—and beautiful. Can a man be beautiful? Fuck yeah. His thick, dark brown hair has grown out, and the top strands are swept back off his forehead, carefully styled, the sides cut shorter. The lengthier hair on top is edgy looking, totally different from how he wore it last fall in a short fauxhawk. Douchebag Extraordinaire has lighter colors interwoven, giving it depth and accentuating ice-blue eyes. Another change? He’s sporting dark scruff on his jawline, giving him a slightly dangerous look.

The door opened and Jude entered. I watched as he smiled at the professor, and my chest started thumping loudly. Was Jude doing this course? Wasn’t he a hockey player? What did he need Syntax for? My eyes were transfixed on him. He looked different here—his stance more confident, more like the athletic star everyone whispered about. He wore a Highland University Hockey hoodie that stretched across his broad shoulders, his dark hair slightly messy like he’d just come from practice. He was out of reach. The thought came in, and I smiled bitterly. As I started to turn my gaze away, his head lifted suddenly, like he was sniffing something. His eyes scanned the room and then landed directly on me

Just as he hears me, he grabs his phone out at once and looks into his own reflection. As he realizes, sharply he gasps, “My hair... What the hell?” Yeah. What the hell. Told you so. I believe there might already be birds living there if we aren’t working indoors. Nervously, Jamie throws his documents onto the couch and brushes his hair with his fingers. He brushes them to the back and tries to press them down. However, his hair just won’t go down. They are too stubborn to be settled down without any help. Impatiently, Jamie growls, “Ugh! What should I do? I don’t have any hair gel with me!”