Justin Jefferson Hair Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm good." Justin stood a foot taller than Logan with his light brown hair that shimmered a hint of yellow under the light and his light green eyes with a touch of yellow, looking like Jenson Ackles from Supernatural. Of course, he and his brothers have the same trait of hair and eyes, but they are different in personalities. Justin being the second oldest son of Big Jack's children, I say he and Seth are alike. A big flirt. Justin used to flirt with Athena whenever she would hang out with Jordan during their high school years. And Justin would always get a black eye from her.

Justin gave his orders and handed a small box containing some white powder in it and Greg nodded "Yes sir...it will be done" he nodded with a bow and went his way to give orders to the rest of the crew and Justin stood there as he looked around. He was wearing his usual style, black jeans with a dress shirt and a leather jacket with black converse. His hair was in a neat cut, and he knew he looked as handsome as ever

Well no one held me in my waist before but all of them felt the same and it was nothing. Jefferson is the only one who gave me the electric current feeling that made my hair all over my body rise up and wanted him to touch me again. My gosh, I had to stay away from him. I don't feel good about this feeling, it's new to me and I will never let him get into my nerves. He's going to leave and who knew who he will be with when that happens.

The guy realizes this as well, so he just shakes his head and keeps working. Justin grabs my hand and places me in front of him just to… observe me, with an impassive face. Then he pushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ears. “When you have your hair in your face all the time, you look more like a little girl; you’re not helping our case,” he murmurs. It’s decided, I’m going to cut it off because he doesn’t like it. Justin lowers his hands to my shoulders and pulls me up by them, “Don’t slouch, you look even shorter than you are. And don’t fight with your dad, you’d just be confirming that you’re immature. Your father will never respect you as an adult if you don’t act like one.”

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

They had more than doubled the customer base and had three other employees working under them besides the work they did themselves and the part time help from their dad. Jacob and Jason both had their hair styled in a quiff but Jacob had spikes of blond highlights in his and kept it long and textured in a straight up and straight back fashion. Jason’s was his natural dark brown, faded more at the sides and of a medium length on top that he kept swept to the right. Jacob kept his face clean shaven whereas Jason kept the remnants of a five o’clock shadow and a very finely trimmed mustache.

This means that Linna may be preparing heaven for her future husband but clearly she may be getting hell on a plate. - Your hair looks so beautiful. - The stylist had a girly voice, Justin was his name, and he tweaked some of the curls and added some more crystals to complete the wreath made of beautiful stones. It would be much more beautiful if it was a real wedding. In fact everything looked beautiful.

Justin slapped away Alex's hand which seemed to be wandering to his loins. “Let him checkkkk!” Hardin laughed. “You both have gone mad.” Justin hissed, he lifted his eyes to the door and there he saw her, dressed in a simple white shirt which was sleeveless and a very long jeans pants which covered her heels, her long hair was put in a wavy hairstyle and it danced flawlessly behind her. Justin was so lost in admiring her that he stood to his feet and moved towards her, his ears blocked to his friends calls.

"Relax, Justin. You're better than this. No one can make you angry without your permission." Avery and Michael looked at each other, shrugging. In a vintage shirt and pink palazzo pants, Justin had his black hair styled in ponytails with pink ribbons tied around them. His long pink fingernails would drill holes faster than a woodpecker. Slim build and average height, Justin Gregory was the perfect depiction of art...as he fondly described himself.

Jefferson smiled sweetly at Homer while he ignored Hugo, grumbling about his willingness to go with Homer and how ugly Jefferson's face was when he went with Hugo; it's not fair, but Jefferson pretended he didn't see or hear Hugo. Homer tells Jefferson to change his clothes since their trip has nothing to do with his work. But Jefferson still dressed neatly; he wore a blue shirt and black jeans. He styles his hair a bit messy and wears perfume. But it's not like a date everyone and Jefferson expected.