Logan Paul Emo Hair Novels & Stories

Roman Reigns, that is who he reminds me of. Grayson has to be at least thirty, I think? Either way, it is something nice to look at while living here. My eyes go to Emmet. He has short hair and slight stubble. He isn’t big, but clearly works out just not to the extreme that Grayson does. I look at him, considering who he looks most like. Chace Crawford, that is who he reminds me of, and he has to be about twenty-seven maybe?

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

and learning who the new Em was. She told Quinn as much when they got in the car. She didn’t mean to complain, and she was sure he didn’t care to hear about her long hair problems .. but he listened to her intently just the same. “So.. I had an idea.” He said when she finished. She looked at him. Damn. He looked good. Quinn was a lot like her in the way that he dressed however he wanted, never caring much what anyone else thought. One day he would have on a leather jacket and holy jeans, the next day he’d be in a button up shirt. Today, it was a sweater, some kind of tan colored work jeans.. and boots. He looked utterly delicious.

He helped Liam get out of Ember’s hold, while Caleb grabbed Ember by the waist, lifting her off the ground so she wouldn’t be able to grab Liam’s hair again. As soon as she was lifted off the ground, Liam’s hair was lifted along with her. IN HER HANDS! Gasps filled the air and my eyes widened. In Ember’s hands were Liam’s hair, in a bunch. Upon realizing that his hair was gone, Liam’s eyes widened and he fell on his knees, his hands slowly moving to his head, touching the bald area. “Fuck!!!! My hair!!!” He screamed, almost bringing down the roof of the cafeteria.

"Do I not get a say on this? I don't want my Babe going with you either. You never treated her right as a family. We don't need you anymore " Laura knobbed him gently. " Eloise you ain't going out with me with that hair" "Is it that bad?" I stared at Alex. "Ask your honey. Don't look at me" "I see" I stared a Luciano and the expression in his face showed it was more than that bad. I rushed back to the bedroom and staring at the mirror, shame settled down on me. But then they were all my homies. After combing gently, I decided to keep the hair down and pinned the front strands back so they wouldn't fall in my face. I intentionally didn't put make-up except for a colorful red lipgloss.

And that's what really gets me going. Emily's hair is blonde, and she mostly keeps it tied back in a ponytail. It's often kind of messy (like, the kind of messy that you might have if you've got a bunch of kids and not enough time to take care of them) and she's usually wearing a t-shirt that's too small for her.

Uri watched his awe as the moon god's hair turned arctic sky white. "Wow!" sge exclaimed. Getting the desire to do the same thing with her hair. "You are amazing at this Emilio," she complimented. Emilio blew a kiss and wink at her. Uri knotted her eyebrows at him. He was becoming bolder and bolder. Being more flirtatious with each passing day. With each day the vampire grew further nefarious. Washing his hair clean. Emilio grabbed a towel and wrapped it over Daylen's wet hair. Daylen got up from the sink area. He headed over to the dressing table, he was eager to see how his hair turned out.

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

Emily hissed, "Callie, can you get my hair out of the zipper?" "Sure sure." I laughed, walking over to where she was."Thank you!"Emily's brown hair was stuck, this happens almost every time she wearing her suit."I'm gunna chop my hair off." She mumbled, crossing her arms."You should" I laughed, slowly removing her hair from the zipper.Her hair was thick straight brown hair, it was always getting caught in something.

But we weren’t planning on it just yet. “Maybe,” I admitted, feeling a flutter in my stomach. “But not for a few years at least. We both want to enjoy our time together first.” “A little pup or two would be nice, though,” Ema said, her voice echoing in the back of my mind. “Although, with yours and Logan’s blood coursing through their veins, they’d be a handful.” I almost scoffed out loud before I replied mentally. “Trust me; I know.” As Lisa finished my hair, pinning it in place with the delicate floral hairpins I had picked out, I couldn’t help but admire the work they had done. My hair framed my face perfectly, cascading down in soft waves. It was perfect.