Kevin Alvarez Haircut Novels & Stories

But the thing was actually done and Keven who was actually screaming internally because his crush actually hugged him from behind, he excused himself from the table, not wanting his crush to see his fan boy state. "Will he be okay? I mean, I shouldn't have held him like that?" "I don't know? Why don't you go after him? I mean check if he is okay or not?" Brandon and Jonathan gave Alvin a look for what he was doing. Jennifer nodded and went to the direction where Keven had went off. Brandon glared at Alvin. "What? I am doing them a favor. They both seems to like each other." Alvin shrugged. "Congratulations both of you, Allen and Alvin." Sara, Trisha and Brandon also congratulate them.

My dad did, Kael did and some other men I saw tonight did. Alex did– But Kevin didn't. He let his hair fall over his face making him look more like a rockstar. “I’m done,” I announced. He jerked towards me. Smiling, he took my hand. “Shall we?” he asked. “Should your boyfriend see this? How would he feel? Hope he'll be glad though,” a sharp voice cut through. Apparently, it was Taylor's. “You look beautiful in that extremely short gown, Tay,” I smirked.

Alpha Rain triumphantly said, ignoring his beta's teasing. The duo conversed about pack matters for a moment before Alpha Rain excused himself to attend to his itching heart. He wanted to snuggle Ketra after all the excitement he had inside him. He casually walked toward his room but halfway, he met Alpha Kevin Scott. "You look like a mess." It was the first thing he uttered upon scanning Kevin's appearance. Alpha Kevin jabbed his hand through his hair as he stood rooted on the ground. He thought he looked messed up but now that he heard it, it appeared that he was worse than he thought.

I was sitting in one of the barber stalls, a black cape draped over my shoulders, grains of sand already sneaking onto the mat beneath my feet. “Hold still,” Kevin said, clippers buzzing near my ear. He was my usual barber. I stared out at the water while he worked. The ocean was calm, blue stretching endlessly, waves rolling in slow and patient. Once he was finally done, he looked at me through the mirror, a big grin on his face. "How is it?" "Killed it, mate." I praised , checking myself out in the mirror. "As usual." It was the same simple haircut I always got. A bleached buzz cut. I reached up, rubbing a hand over my scalp.

A few minutes later, my phone chimes again. Kevin: look behind you for a second. He's here, isn't he? So standing up, I turn around and find Kevin leaning against a tree. He is looking in my direction with his eyes drooped with sadness. His shoulder-length blonde hair is tied in a small pony behind his head. He looks sober, much sober than yesterday. He was completely knocked out of his senses when I last saw him. But he's here now. I shouldn't recall what has happened. He walks towards me and I excuse myself from Kathy for a while, I go to him.

" The air was getting colder and colder; it was almost midnight. With unsteady steps, he made my way home. Remember, there was still someone waiting—Alvaro. Plus, Alvaro would wake up from a nightmare. Kean didn't want Alvaro to see him in such a mess. Kean had just cleaned himself up and was now staring blankly at the mirror while drying his mane. Kean had noticed his black hair slowly disappearing but didn't pay much attention to it. Because of Alvaro's existence and also because of Dean's death. Making himself use Dean's identity as a manipulation of life. Alvaro didn't know Kean, only Dean. His hand began to move to dye his mane black again, then he turned his head when the door to his r

Henzie shifted her gaze to Kevin, then back to Arabella. "I'll wait for you outside," said Arabella, releasing her hand and leaving the cafeteria. "May I ask you a question?" Henzie opened her voice carefully after Arabella left. "Of course. What do you want to ask?" Kevin replied quickly. "Th-that... is your silver hair and red eyes real?" Kevin seemed to show a little surprise at Henzie's question. He was silent for a moment, but soon the man just laughed a little. "You know, my hair is actually blonde, but I

Oh man, another beautiful girl, and she is taken. And later comes a part of the street where salon after salon were established. I watch how a middle aged woman dries her client’s hair with a blower. To where she points the mouth of the blower the brown artificially colored hair was blown with force. ‘I think I need a haircut.’ Kevin said in which I laughed, thinking he is bald, like badly bald. Well this guy doesn’t need to grow hair on his head to be handsome, for he truly is good looking, and with that thanks to his Spanish ancestors. And sometimes when beautiful girls are around and among us three, they will often notice Kevin while over looking at me and Charlie, Oh boy there’s a little

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.

Except he personally knows him. ‘What? Savannah! We both know him very well, did you forget?’ He yelled, I flinched at his loud voice but couldn’t help and tilt my head in confusion, what was he saying, I know Kevin? And that too very well? I don’t remember any Kevin in my surrounding. For a while I forgot I was on call with him and my mind rummaged in the past to find any known person with name Kevin. ‘I don’t know Alpha Kevin, the only person I know with Kevin name is Kevin Gray, that smart boy from our neighboring pack’ I was muttering when while speaking, it sparked and I stood up from my chair like a spring.