Kellin Quinn Short Hair Novels & Stories

Ow thank the fucking skies, for a moment i thought we lost her. The last one to enter the room is kellan being 5'8 he's the shortest between us and the less intimidating looking, his black hair still bed kissed , black eyes red rimmed showing how tired he is , being a surgeon he's used to long nights but he wouldn't miss baby first day. I break the silence saying "this is kellan, and now that the family is here let's talk" Nala pales again but she look at me waiting to hear what i have to say.

Is it Phillius? The footsteps are not as heavy as his and the life force I am sensing isn't dark like him. Curious about who entered the room, I shifted my position to know who it was. And to my surprise, I saw Kelly with her beautiful blue hair tightly pulled above her head in a bun, wearing her usual leather black jacket and leather trousers. Her dark make-up looks off on a bright day like this but she looks fierce and strong and that’s what a woman needs in this place where men mostly dominate because they are ‘men’. And I admire Kelly for being tough despite all of it.

It came out more standoffish than I’d intended. "I’m sorry, my name is Killian and I just wanted to come over here and tell you that I love your hair—your whole look actually,” he added, his dark brown eyes shy and his cheeks powdered with heat. “I don’t usually do this, but I just thought it would be a shame to let you go without at least complimenting you on that … and if you’re willing, I’d love to get a few pictures of you. I'll tag you on my socials. I’m a professional street photographer." Shit… what does he want.

But right now he seems to be thinking about nothing else but the journey. Or maybe he is thinking of the destination. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:32 Karen Anderson has the look of a woman in power; her hair dragged back along her head so that it looks like the skin at the hairline is ready to tear open. The hair continues back and is tied up with the use of those things that can be bought in pharmacies to keep hair in order, the name of which escapes her at the moment. The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back.

She's around Axel's age, but wise beyond her years. Then there's Cleo. She's got bronze skin that shines in the sun brightly. She is fast as lightning and sharp as a whip. She's lean and average height for a woman. She had short pixie cut black hair and dark brown eyes. Beside her stood Keith. Keith has his hair buzzed short all around, black peach fuzz let me know what color his hair is. He had large muscles all around and a height to be envied. He had a strong jawline with even higher cheekbones. His eyes were brown, almost a light brown, letting me know he was very strong.

“Admiring or regretting?” Kaelin’s sexy voice draws my eyes from the mirror, where I’m staring at my own reflection in my sexiest underwear. To see him emerging, bare-chested and damp-haired, from the bathroom. Boxers on, but all muscle and gorgeousness on full show as he casually traces his fingers through his scalp to pull back his hair and secure it in a messy man bun at the back of his head. I love that look on him. Some hommes have short-styled hair, but Kaelin’s beauty is best when framed by the long dark locks or pulled back as they are now, smoothly.