Marco Reus Haircut Novels & Stories

His new look was a disguise to prevent people from connecting him to the long-haired goth man from the sexy video. Speaking of his hair, he had much less of it and could no longer hide his face behind it. He had what Cassandra called a sensible cut. It was very short on the sides, with a few waves allowed on top. She couldn't keep her fingers out of it, and he found he didn't mind that at all.

My hand around Marco's neck, I forced him to stare into my eyes, only releasing him at the last moment when the wheezing that was coming from him intensified. “Now, Marco Reus, before I kill you, you're going to tell me why you double-crossed me. I'm I that small to you? Is this the level of disrespect you accord to me after I treat you well? You're one of my best customers for Christsakes.” “I'm sorry, I truly am. It has to be greed and the fact that most times, your products are way too expensive.”

I wouldn’t know. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< “Yo! How’s life?” Ignacio’s reaction was priceless. The pen he was holding fell and clattered onto the floor. I’ve never seen anyone go as pale as he did and frankly, it was a little scary. Familiar maroon hair he hadn’t seen in years came to vision and as Rush had mentioned, he was the only one on Luna with natural maroon hair. Not to mention that tan skin, arrogant smirk and teardrop shaped birthmark underneath his left violet eye… it could only be one person.

"You even look like one of those Abercrombie & Fitch models now!" Jesse just smiled and shook his head. He and Isaac got their haircuts and beards done at Tommy's earlier. He had his hair done in a soft taper fade. And he finally decided to trim down and shave his beard and mustache into a clean and short stubble. His face felt so light. Since he graduated college, he had always maintained and groomed his beard and mustache - or as Levi and Isaac called it, the sexy Jesus look. "Yeah, no, I - I just figured I've been keeping the same look for a couple years now," his feeble excuse.

Cecilia joined us a while later, having a huge smile on her face, but she silently watched me cut her father's hair. I had once seen an eye-catching haircut in a book in Gwen's library, I believe it was called a brutus for some reason but I knew it would suit Christopher's face perfectly and he would look so gentlemanly in it, so I settled for it; giving him average sideburns and cutting his hair low. By the time I was done, he looked really different... so different, my breath caught in my throat. I thought he was good-looking before but now he looked like one of those Greek gods I've read about, it was so unnatural.

"I do," "Let's all hear it for the new Beta of the moonshine pack John Richards!" Marcus bellows out across the crowd while everyone cheers and whistles out to him. Marcus then calls the second guy onto the stage. His shoulder-length black hair is tied back in a bobble, and his eyes are a light brown and go well with his tanned skin tone, he's muscular but not as big as John but still fairly big. Marcus repeats the same conversation with Thomas only this time he's announcing him as the new Gamma and again everyone goes wild for them. Once all the formalities are out of the way and they have sat back down the music starts up and the party begins.

Lorenzo muttered from the corner, flipping through a magazine he definitely wasn’t reading. Lorenzo was a puzzle I hadn’t figured out yet. He was this huge, scarred, intimidating guy, and yet he’d learned how to braid my hair just so I wouldn’t complain about it getting tangled. The first time he tried, Marcus had walked in, taken one look, and nearly choked from laughing. “Jesus Christ, Renzo. That looks like a bird built a nest in her head.” I glared at him. “Shut up. It’s fine.”

He nodded, dropping the cup. "Wow. This is good good."He compliments licking the tea off his lips. He stretched his neck tiredly making some cracking sounds. "That means you know some things about him?" "Yes. You have a question?"He asked, turning to me. Marcos is a Russian. He has lots of tattoos,But they are manly. He kept his hair short unlike Stefano, His features scare me a lot even though he's very attractive but He looks dangerous. They don't look like normal office men but I'm trying to not have negative thoughts about what they do.

I didn't know my face needed this much work done to it. We decided to style my hair in long loose curls hanging down my back, but even with my slight natural curl assisting them it's taken both Marcus and David nearly an hour to bring it to a point that they are happy with. I'm afraid to touch it honestly, scared that it will feel spray painted onto my head. Those two have been talking up a racket behind me about their mutual friend Andrea and what the fuck is she doing with her life, they are both up in arms about it. Apparently her life choices have been driving them both crazy.

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