Justin Herbert Long Hair Novels & Stories

Justin was wearing a white informal shirt and brown cargo pants. His hand had a black huge bracelet with a digital watch. He was holding his tablet and seems to be about thirty. He was muscular and his shirt was a perfect fit for his strengths. He had an ear ring in his right year and he looked quite amazing in his unique style. "Hell Miss Green. I have heard a lot about you. I am Justin, the new lawyer", Justin introduced bringing his right hand forward.

**ISABELLA** “Are you sure about this? People dream of having hair as healthy and long as yours,” the hairstylist hesitated, scissors poised in hand. “Yes,” I smiled faintly, meeting his gaze in the mirror. The metallic snip echoed louder than I anticipated as the scissors sliced through my waist-length hair, a treasure I had nurtured for years. I had grown it long because Maximilian liked the woman with long hair. Even though he never noticed mine, I had still worn it long. But that chapter of my life was over.

I crouched down and gently lifted his head from the floor. "Justin," I softly called, gently tapping his arm. "Hey, Justin, wake up," I murmured. He stirred in his sleep, pushing me to the ground, then snuggled into my arm. My fingers instinctively brushed away his hair from his face. I couldn't help but notice that he needed a haircut; his hair was getting long. "Justin," I called again, trying to rouse him. "You can't sleep here. Justin," I called once more, shaking him gently. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at me.

Herbert said seriously, and he smiled at me. Herbert is kind, very kind. I can't see anything wrong with him, and even though he's very wealthy, he remains humble and low-profile. Herbert is also intelligent, and he has many talents, including illustrating. Herbert is also handsome and well-built, but this wasn't noticeable before because he didn't know how to dress well, but now his style has changed, and many of my colleagues here at work are attracted to Herbert.

Justin is my extremely attractive and smoking-hot gym instructor and the owner of the gym I frequent. Justin is a breathtaking guy with a broad chest and shoulders, a chiseled body, dark, wavy, short hair, and piercing dark eyes that drive the ladies at the gym crazy, myself being one of them.

"You're not asleep yet?" "No." She opened her eyes slightly and added. "By the way, don't you think that Long's identity is a little strange? What kind of extraordinary person is he? His surname is Long... Could it be... could it be that I was wrong? No, It's impossible, right?" Justin did not express any opinion. "I don't know, but I'm sure about one thing... Long is a real man, a decent one too." "Yeah!" She nodded in agreement. "I think so, too."

And he was most definitely not Earnest. He was tall, with a lean, almost predatory grace, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that seemed to absorb the light. His hair was araven black, slicked back from a sharp, angular face. But it was his eyes that held me captive – a piercing, unsettling shade of emerald green, so unlike the warm, sky-blue of Earnest’s. They were cold, calculating, and unnervingly familiar. A shiver, not of cold but of a primal unease, traced its way down my spine.

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.

His hair was curly and well-shaped, like he had just stepped out of a salon. Across from him sat, Justin. He also wore a black outfit, but his style was more relaxed. No chains or glitters. Just a clean, matte-black tuxedo and watch. His beard was trimmed and his lips were tight in a serious line. Lucas glanced at him. “Any word on Easton?” he asked. Justin gave a short nod. “Yes. I did some digging. He’s going to be there tonight.” Lucas narrowed his eyes. “At the Manhattan show?”

He ordered as he reached for Nelson but the latter at once run for his life, darting towards Herbert who was about to wear his pants. “HELP ME HERBERT! HE’S GONNA KILL ME!” Nelson pleaded, as he hid behind Herbert’s large physique. Herbert is the second tallest member of their team. He has long hair which is styled as a bun behind his head and dark brown eyes matching his hair and his eyebrows. He also has a growing short scruff on his chin. His overall appearance makes him look way beyond his age, yet slightly unapproachable. In contrast to his appearance, he is rather gentle.