Marco Reus Haircut Novels & Stories

She has kept too many secrets about the madness of the alpha's fan club members. "Hair on my chest?" Marco opened his shirt, exposing his broad upper body, "looks like I don't have that fuzz!" He said funnily. Jazzy looked closer, indeed Marco only has fine hair on his stomach and down to the… lower area. She tried to focus and find other things to look at. Marco's body is too distracting. “I know she was lying, and maybe no one else believed her either. But considering that she has deadly claws… everyone shut up and let her make up that story about you!"

He was brawnandbrains, and it was one reason Papa liked having him around. To top it off, if loyalty was a person, it was Marco. Dark eyes regarded me, with a frown etched on his face and his bushy eyebrows drawn when he folded his arms across his chest. “Leo.” I had to crane my head backward to meet his gaze. Marco was tall, with broad shoulders and chestnut brown hair that would have run down the length of his back for ages if he hadn’t chopped off a bulk of the silky mane about a year ago.

Letta asked, leaving Marco silent. "Not short, but maybe it was shoulder-length," Marco said, making Letta nod her head. "What if I cut it to shoulder-length? Would that be okay?" Letta asked, making Marco nod his head. "Yes, it's up to you. I would never forbid you from anything, because to me it's all the same. Whether you have long or short hair, you're still Letta, my wife," Marco said, making Letta smile in response. Until finally, Marco was reminded of his wife's solo journey.

Avoid the whole awkward reunion. Instead, some masochistic part of me stayed. Waited. The front door opened. And there he was. Marcus looked different. Thinner maybe, or just tired. His hair was longer, his jaw shadowed with stubble. He wore a worn leather jacket I'd never seen before. Our eyes met across the foyer. Two months of silence stretched between us. "Aria," he said quietly. "Hi." "Hi." So much for grace under pressure. I sounded like a robot.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

When she rolled her eyes and tried to close the door, a large, dark male hand held it open, opening it completely. Marius looked unbelievable. He was wearing a black T-shirt that showed off his chest and arm muscles, and equally dark pants. But that wasn't the biggest change. He had cut his hair, and judging by the scissors in Beth's hands, she had been the one to cut it. I looked inside the room and saw a chair in the center, and his beautiful hair was all on the floor. Now his hair was so short that I realized I had never seen his face completely. Marius had thick, dark eyebrows, stubble, a pointy nose, and a strong chin. He looked like a different person.

Marcos Gomez had his blue hair tucked behind his ears, one of them having a crescent moon stud earring and the other a dangling one with the blue and pink butterfly hair clips he wore on his hair. He also had on a long sleeved white collar blue and pink stripes shirt tucked into a jean mini short with black fishnet socks, that held unto suspenders and peeked out his shorts and held itself around his waist, showing his figure clearly when he rose his hands the way he was now. And his face —. His light skinned face had a butterfly shaped white eyeliner design, and pink lipgloss that seemed to shine in the darkness. The idiot was ridiculously beautiful. How was this fair in any ground?!

Reece stops dead at the sight of me. "Your hair…" he says shocked. "My hair?" I retort cheekily. I had cut it at the top of the tower. My once waist length hair cut to my shoulders. It wasn't hacked or destroyed, it look professionally done because I had to learn how to cut my hair a long time ago. Ben was right about only one thing, I always to do something drastic when my life changes. So I used the scissors he gave me to cut my hair. "I love it." Reece smiles at me. It makes my heart flutter. The almost set sun casts a glow around him. He is so amazing I can't help but stare. Then something just clicks.

Marcus has a grizzled but powerful appearance. His salt-and-pepper half-length hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, revealing sharp, angular features. His eyes are a piercing green color, reflecting his calculative mind. His skin had faint-old scars etched across his face and hands. He seemed like someone who had fought hard battles bury survived. His jawline is strong, and his thick beard is meticulously groomed, adding to his menacing, fearless aura. He stepped in without permission, each of his steps filling the room with authority. “Yes Nico, it’s me, Marcus.” He flashed a chilling smile at the king who seemed very wary of his presence.