Low Taper Fade Black Male Waves Novels & Stories

I freeze when I hear Blaze coming inside and slowly lift my face to look at him. He looked absolutely edible wearing his casual white t-shirt with dark grey joggers that hung over his hip in a sexy manner as he gripped both ends of his Navy blue towel that was slung over his neck. Beads of perspiration rolled down his forehead making his silky straight jet-black hair plastered to his head. He had a cute amused smile playing on his lips, revealing his gorgeous dimples faintly but concern swirled over his hypnotic light cerulean blue eyes as he regarded me.

I let my eyes fall to the floor immediately before slowly raising my gaze to his body back again. My goodness. His dark brown hair is now in thick wavy curls that goes all the way to the back of his head, looking a lot darker than usual, his body is covered in a white T-shirt that is missing a button around his chest side, exposing too much for my eyes. His blazer is big, black and long stopping right behind his knee, matching his black pants and vanta belt. This man is way too sexy for me to comprehend. "Fuck…" I thought that came out of me, but it actually came out of Liam.

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

His short-cropped hair had a geometric fade, his eyeliner was a sharp, lethal graphic wing, and he exuded a level of high-voltage, unbothered sass that instantly commanded the room. ​He scanned the crowded studio, his eyes locking onto our table. He glided over, sliding his Telfar bag onto the stool right next to mine with a fluid, dramatic flick of his wrist. ​"Please tell me the syllabus isn't as tragic as the lighting in the hallway," he whispered, his voice dripping with premium, melodic sarcasm as he looked at me. ​My eyes immediately dropped to his bag. "Oh my gosh, is that the chocolate medium Telfar? It is absolutely gorgeous."

I dismissed Tane, telling him to keep in touch with updates on his father's well being before focusing on the man that could probably help solve all my problems. For the first time, I took in Zen. He had a head of jet black hair and naturally dark eyes that resembled black. We had given him a fresh set of clothes which consisted of a kaki shorts and a plain black t-shirt. Anyone could see that he hadn't had much sleep, his face holding every ounce of his tiredness. He hadn't even shaven, sharp jaw dotted with stubble.

…What? The lights shift in weird halos as I focus on the tall figure behind him. Oh. Oh wow. He looks like someone carved a warning out of marble and dressed it in black. Black shirt stretched across a chest that should honestly be illegal, sleeves rolled to the elbows revealing tattooed forearms, black pants that do absolutely nothing to hide anything, black boots, black aura, black mood. His hair is shaved on the sides, the top longer, tousled, dark as ink. I can practically smell the danger radiating off him. Dave clears his throat.

Okay, get your shit straight, Athena! "Go change.. I'll wait for you outside." He said and I nodded. I walked towards the women's toilet and took off my black shirt that I wore earlier. I looked at myself in the mirror and my hair is a definition of a mess. I tried to fix it and then put Xander's shirt on. I inhaled his perfume and God.. I love it. I tied his shirt around my waist since it's too big for me. I don't care even though it shows my belly button a bit. I hate wearing big clothes. I walked out from the toilet and found Xander leaning to the wall right in front of the toilet. He looked at me from head to toe.

“Ms. Wagner, what exactly is going on with you two? One moment, you cancel the wedding. The next, you want it as planned. All the decorations were already thrown into the trash as per your instructions. What am I supposed to do in the middle of the night?” I felt a little guilty for causing trouble, but it was not my fault. “I apologize for the inconvenience. The wedding between Zach and me is indeed canceled, and I will not ask for a refund. As for him wanting to proceed with it, he can place a new order.” “Won't he kill me, then?”

Dark wavy hair. Nope. I don't see anyone. "Chaotic Soul?" I heard a deep yet familiar voice from behind and we both turned around to find the owner of that voice. Standing behind us was the guy who was true to his words, tall with sparkling crystal blue eyes, Jet black wavy hair that looked so soft, making my hands itch to run through it, and a hint of stubble on his chin which made him look sexy as hell. My eyes roamed all over his body shamelessly. He wasn't perfectly built with a six-pack or anything but had the body that made me drool instantly and unfortunately it was covered by his chef uniform.

He was tall, easily six-three, with a presence that seemed to swallow the air in the room. He wore a black shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, and dark trousers that showed the strength in his legs. His hair was black, messy, falling over his forehead in a way that felt unstudied. When he moved forward, the light caught his eyes. They were the color of a storm at midnight, silver mixed with a deep, bottomless black. A faint scar ran through one of his eyebrows, a jagged detail that made his face look less like a dream and more like a threat.