Kevin Alvarez Haircut Novels & Stories

“Look at him, all lovey-dovey. I can’t believe anyone would actually love him. If that poor woman wasn’t his Mate, she’d probably run the hell away.” “Kevin, enough,” Craig glares at his son. “This is a big day for Alvar, so shut your mouth before I beat you.” Then he turns to Alvar, “Don’t mind him, Alvar. You know he’s an idiot. Don’t let him ruin your wedding.” Alvar says that it’s fine in a dark face, which surprises me a lot. It’s rare for him to hold back anger like that. Alvar used to deck Kevin for talking shit before. Maybe it’s because it’s his wedding day? He seems softer, more tolerant than usual.

The impact was loud, and Kevin staggered back, clutching his side. “Come on, Kevin!” I found myself yelling, my voice hoarse with desperation. “Fight back!” Kevin’s eyes briefly met mine, and I saw the flicker of determination there. He charged at Alvin, landing a solid hit to his shoulder. The crowd erupted into cheers, but Alvin barely flinched. “Is that all you’ve got?” Alvin taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “Pathetic.”

"You're so amazing with your bob, and bangs that almost reach your eyebrows. Such a great cut, and adorable." he chuckles into my stomach, his voice so jolly and distinct. Like he really likes it and lives with it. I'm completely different. I growled in annoyance at that. It was such a crazy haircut, Rafaella cut it while I was crying, and told me everything that happened to me and Kevin. How I hated that man, and never wanted to see him again. I'm a little stressed and traumatized because of what Kevin has done to me, and I'm always doing something to just lighten my shoulders. I cut my hair. A little or a lot. It didn't do much, but it helped me release the pressure that was on my head.

Kevin's aura was compelling. Everything about him was exquisite and perfect in an unusual way. His raven hair was styled flawlessly, least affected by the rain. The black turtle neck shirt he wore hugged his muscular body gracefully reflecting a seductive yet fierce look. Kevin stood there, his power and supremacy apparent from his expensive attire and sharp features. He looked furious. The sight of the young duo had carried a wave of rage down his spine.

He changed again, tweaking his/my features until he looked a bit like my cousin Kevin. “Can you make the hair a bit longer at the back? And greasier?” I adjusted the look until Kevin was standing in front of me. I never liked Kevin. “Good. Okay, go over there and tell her we’re here, but she’s being watched. Hopefully, she’ll be able to think of a way to come to us, instead.”

Alsie POV- “We can talk about it later, Benji. Let’s finish the business at hand.” I put my hand on Benji’s chest and moved him slightly. I wanted to get a good look at the guy behind him. Kevin. Kevin stood about 6’2” tall, he had long blonde hair that was shaved on the sides around the ears, and the rest was pulled up into a man bun on top of his head. Kevin had big, round, grey colored eyes, long dark brown eye lashes, full lips, and eyebrows that looked like they had been recently waxed. Kevin was clean-shaven and smelled of fresh cut grass.

Kevin shrugged his shoulders “No one can judge, we all like different things, don’t we guys?” Kevin glanced at his men, and they all nodded in response. “Anyway. He starts with the face and works downward. Once you are all peeled, he starts pulling out your nails one by one.” Kevin crouched down in front of the guy and stared him straight in the eyes. “Let’s try this again. I will ask you for the last time. Who are you working for?” The guy only stared back at Kevin making no attempt to answer. “Okay. Suit yourself. We will do it the hard way.”

he said. Drinking my sorrows away sounded pretty great at the moment. Oh, what the heck? "Alright, I'll come out," I said. "Great! I'll come get you and we will have some fun. We might even meet some ladies," he chuckled. I remembered Rose being jealous of her friend Marissa and that random girl at the hotel and smiled. I had no plans for meeting girls. I only have room for Rose in my heart. Kevin showed up as promised. He looked a lot different than I remembered. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt with some jeans. His jet black hair was short and slick back contrary to what I remembered. He used to grow his hair long.

It was data that could be found online anyway, so there was no fear of others knowing about it. Kevin Lindstrom could also help him confirm this. He greeted Kevin to take a seat and curiously sized him up. Based on looks, Kevin was about 27 or 28 years old with prominent features. He had wheat-colored skin and had a crewcut. He was also buff as his bulging chest muscles could be seen through his shirt. Overall, he looked very healthy and lean. Moreover, the way he stood and sat was very proper, revealing an elegant and dignified appearance. He was obviously not an ordinary person.

Kevin was the only person around who could drag me out of my dark thoughts and make me laugh like nothing was wrong. Still, I wasn’t sure I was in the mood to be seen in public. “I really don’t have the strength for the paparazzi today,” I muttered. “And you know what happened after that video went viral. The last thing I want is some random stranger recognizing me.” Kevin tapped his chin as if he was thinking deeply, then his face lit up. “Wait here.” He disappeared into his room and came back a few minutes later holding two baseball caps and a pair of sunglasses. “We’re going undercover,” he said, like it was the most brilliant plan in the world.