Long Haired Eren Novels & Stories

There's a huge track field outside with dummies to fight against, there even looks to be an archery section filled with all sorts of battle weapons. I could see Eren standing there in a simple white shirt and black pants, his black hair looked messy and I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through it. His arms were crossed making his biceps look bigger as he's listening intently to what Reiner is telling him. When I thought this morning couldn't get more crappy, I felt burning eyes launch daggers at me, I turned around to see Lina behind me, and she looked royally pissed. There was this look on her eyes that terrified me. Needless to say, she had murder in her eyes. Eren finally look

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.

A few pretended to be checking tack or sharpening knives just within earshot. Eren stood near the well’s low stone ring. He was unremarkable at first glance—middle‑height, the beginnings of gray at his temples, a scar along his right forearm that looked old and clean. His posture was composed, hands loosely clasped in front of him. Not a firebrand pacing and waving. Just a wolf who looked like he’d been carrying weight for a long time and had finally set part of it down to examine. Rin slipped into the shadow of a doorway, Mara at her shoulder. No one announced her. She wanted to hear him the way everyone else did.

He was born and lived in Japan since his parents married and founded a company there. Eren has a striking hair color, which is dark red with dark brown eyes like his father. His appearance makes him a handsome, cool man, and attracts the attention of many beautiful women. . "Henzie?!" Eren was no less surprised when he realized that the girl he bumped into was his first childhood friend. They hugged after that, letting go of their longing for each other. "Eren, why did you go to Valery University?" Henzie asked after letting go of his arm.

It took a while but Aria was finally done with her chips, she let out a breath before Looking around the restaurant hoping to see Angelo Her eyes landed on his body, as he talked with Peter, the same men she saw him with that day were all around him. Maybe their close to each other Aria thought before looking at them, Her eyes landed on a Dark skin man. He was walking towards her with a grin on his lips "Hey I'm Eren," He said softly with a childish smile Aria giggled at his face before mumbling" I'm Aria" He looked at her hair before saying. "WOW" "Is it your natural hair or u colored it?" Eren said eyeing it closely. "It's natural, I got it from my Mom" Aria whisper softly

~. .~ Aret's heart raced as Eron removed his hood, revealing his blonde hair with distinctive green streaks. "Hey, Arie," his deep yet soft voice called out to her, carrying a mixture of familiarity and curiosity. A surge of emotion overwhelmed Aret as she gasped and instinctively covered her mouth. There were only two people in this world who called her "Arie." One was gone, lost to time, and the other... Tears welled up in her eyes as she couldn't contain her emotions. She ran into Eron's open arms. "Eron, where have you been?"

I woke to the sound of laughter. It was loud, messy and layered with the thudding footsteps of half a dozen little ones running over the dirt yard outside my window. Eren’s was the loudest. Four years old now, taller and far more stubborn, with a head of wild curls that refused to obey combs or logic, he’d become the unofficial ringleader of the pack’s younger children. I could hear his voice, high and delighted, barking out orders for some imaginary battle that involved sticks and an alarming amount of mud.

We sat in the tub a little while longer. Eryn finally released his bun from the top of his head, revealing the length of his hair. It wasn't quite as long as his father's, but still long. It sat just past his shoulders. It was very straight and so light in color in certain spots, it was almost white. His pointed ears peaked through the strands of hair. I felt myself becoming aroused again just by looking at him. He was extremely handsome, especially in the water. He dipped his head down wetting his long hair and I bit my lower lip as he came back up. His hair now glistened with water as he pushed it back.

"I think she's starting to charm." "Hey, Ren!" A medium-sized hand tapped Eren's shoulder causing her to jump. "What are you looking at?" "That," Eren said, pointing at Kaluna with his shoulder. "New kid, but so shy ... When was that day she was holding Yohan, this is even closer ...."

Eren mentioned that he would likely be bedridden for weeks. I stared out the window as maids rushed from his quarters, carrying large bowls stained red. He was probably fighting for his life. I looked away without emotion and redirected my attention to the seamstress presenting dresses for Aerila’s baby announcement. “This will suit you, Luna… ugh,” she stuttered awkwardly. I smiled faintly. “I haven’t been officially crowned yet, so you can call me by my name.” Relief softened her face and she said. “My lady Naeris, this dress is the trendiest in the market,” she said brightly, pulling forward a sleeveless red gown. “Not only are the materials expensive, but the design is also very difficul