Low Taper Fade Black Male Waves の小説・ストーリー

she feigned extreme exhaustion making me laugh out loud and drawing some attention, I swear this girl is a comedian. As I was about to wave to the people that I unintentionally distracted an wave, my eyes caught the sight of s male staring at me, his blue piercing eyes seemed to see every one of my secrets, his black hair cascading to his face, almost covering his eyes but the blue eyes was still prominent, I can see from here that the male was devilishly handsome, his tall frame that was a little above six feet was resting on a wall, he wore a black pants, sleek black shoe, and a shirt, his upper chest button was open revealing his drop dead, nose bleeding and arousing collarbone and his mu

He had reached his limit. Without a word, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and quietly hit the record button.

Sort of a playboy that dwells in an ancient man's body. A smile stretches up my lips. “You look…awful.” The grin he had was gone in an instant. His brows furrowed. “I asked for the best haircut…she said it was the best for tawny men.” He said as he bent his head, swirling his neck to give me a three-sixty degree turn. His haircut gave his hair a nice gradient, it was cut very low at the front and tapered to the sides and down his neck, waves form in a spiral at the center of his head, spreading down

If all the guys here look like supermodels, finding my new mates isn’t going to be a hardship. They both are close to my age, one guy black, the other Middle Eastern. The black guy has skin so dark that it’s nearly ebony. His eyes are a unique amber shade and he has dreads that hang down to his waist, along with a closely cropped and thin goatee. His body resembles a swimmer’s, all lean muscle, mostly in the shoulders, chest, and thighs. The Middle Eastern guy is just as hot, with thick black hair shaved close to his head on the side and long on the top. It’s just that perfect amount of mussed that makes you just want to run your fingers through it. He has thick eyebrows set over his d

Jackie stirred in the bed and slowly opened her eyes. A man stood with his back to her—shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. The sides of his head were shaved, revealing intricate oriental tattoos that snaked down to his neck, while the middle part of his raven-black hair was braided neatly down his back. He was tall and dangerously built, his V-shaped torso exuding raw power. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, and his upper back bore black wings inked into his pale skin—like a fallen angel carved in shadows.

The air carried that sharp mix of sterile wipes and fresh ink, a scent that made her stomach tighten with both nerves and excitement. Behind the counter, Maven looked up from the sketchbook he was working on. He was exactly the kind of man she had pictured when she booked the appointment online after scrolling through endless reviews praising his clean lines and no bullshit attitude. Tall and broad shouldered, his arms were sleeved in tattoos that disappeared under the rolled cuffs of his black shirt. Dark hair pulled back into a loose bun, a few strands falling across his forehead, and those eyes, deep brown and piercing, locked onto her like he was already sizing up every inch of her body.

I blush as Tate helps me rebalance. I’ve been drooling over the Alpha and the Beta lately, I hadn’t noticed how hot Tate is. He is a good bit taller than me, but most were. He had dirty blonde hair that was curly on top but his sides were shaved short and his bulky muscles were all but hidden in his black t-shirt.

The sight before her instantly made her weak in the knees leaving her speechless. The guy stood before her in a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it, black pants that fit perfectly over his thick, muscular thighs, and black shoes. He had black hair nicely parted with fades to the sides and back of his head. He wore tinted sunglasses blocking his eyes and the right side of his nose laid a sexy nose piercing. His lips were thin but still plumped and he had the sharpest jawline she has ever seen, his neck was covered with different designs of tattoo and so was his hands.

The shine of his leather shoes and the glint of a silver watch on his wrist added a touch of sophistication. The second man, to the left, had a more relaxed, playful yet equally captivating presence. His wavy black hair was slightly longer, brushing just above his collar, with a few rebellious strands falling over his forehead. His eyes were a striking icy blue, contrasting sharply with his warm, tan complexion. A light shadow of stubble lined his jaw, giving him a rugged charm. He wore a dark gray blazer over a black turtleneck, paired with slim-fit pants and sleek boots. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, and his easygoing smile hinted at his playful, charismatic personality.