Long Haired Eren Novels & Stories

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.

After seeing that I could resist the temptation, Isabella also felt very surprised, but quickly replied with a smile at the beginning and joked: "After talking for so long, what's your name, little cutie?" I don't know why, Isabella's movements, every move is tantalizing my heartstrings like a charm, I had to restrain myself emotionally and keep telling to myself that sex is empty, after about two seconds, it was restless heart, but also slowly calmed down and said: "My name is Eren Alison, you can call me Erne. " "Eren? I feel that the little cutie is better, haha."

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.

Her chin-length blonde hair was always styled immaculately, and she wore short skirts to show off her nice legs. Standing behind Erin was somebody that I hadn't met before. It was a woman, or girl rather, who looked about 18. I assumed it was Erin's daughter, because their faces were very similar. She had long, wavy blonde hair, and was even prettier than Erin. Her entire body was perfectly tanned, giving her an alluring appearance. She could have easily been a supermodel. "Do you have nothing to say for yourself?" Erin asked me, snapping me back to reality.

Erika commanded. "Yes!" Angel answered loudly and ran away. My gaze fell upon Erika. She was removing the false eyelashes that Angel applied on her lash line. She wore her hair up, looked down at the dress, and sighed. She must be thinking about whether to change it or not. What? Is anything wrong with my face? Erika felt my gaze and looked up at me in confusion. “Nothing wrong. It just occurs to me that you are only an eighteen-year-old girl.” I caressed her face, the long scar on her face. She was only one year older than Angel and here she was, teaching Angel how to fight. It broke my heart to think about what she might have gone through.

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.