Marco Reus Haircut の小説・ストーリー

" Hey Marcus wait up " Mira called out smiling sheepishly as he approached her, Smiles beamed from Clara's cheeks as it burns red, She can not just think who is better in Jace and Marcus, Marcus has that brown eyes, Black curly hair with huge muscles which makes him super hot. Jace has similar body shape just like Marcus but the only difference is that he is blonde and Marcus is black haired, but both muscles are the same but Jace own looks bigger and intimidating to stop the attacks of Goons.

"But we’re making this interesting. If I win, you have to wear a skirt—a short, pink, pleated skirt—to every single morning practice for an entire month. No leggings allowed." The guys on the nearby weight benches started howling. Marcus’s teammates were literally filming this on their phones already. Marcus didn't even blink. He just leaned in, a wicked glint in his eyes. "And if I win? You shave your head. Right here. Grade zero. You go full GI Jane, Kelsey. Every single hair on that head goes in the trash." My heart did a backflip. My hair was my security blanket. But my pride? My pride was a skyscraper.

It was soul-wrenching enough that Lord Blackstone wanted his sickly son dead, anyway. Before leaving his hideout, Marcus shaved his facial hair, not wanting to look that way again. Too many memories were connected with his beard and mustache and how Isabelle loved to stroke it. He couldn’t think of her again. He also tied his long hair back with a leather band. Leaving it hang would only draw attention, and he wasn’t the wild, fearsome highwayman when he reached town. He definitely needed a haircut. Even his personality had to change when he played himself. He couldn’t have people figuring out his disguise.

I nod my head and bury my face in his warm chest wishing we could just forget this mess. “We’ll have our mates home with us soon.” Osric sighs kissing the side my head that’s now bare. “I really like your hair cut I can’t wait to see it dry,” “I like it too, it feels nice to have a change, and to have my hair match who and what I am,” I admit, shrugging and looking up at him with a slight smile. “It is sexy and makes you look like a fierce warrior, I wouldn’t fuck with you,” Osric chuckles, before brushing my hair back checking out the new cut.

She noticed the drops of sweat on his smart forehead. No more hair glue, his hair was back to normal, parted in the middle and floating like a wave, like a cloud. - Thank you, Mr. Thang Vu. - She smiled and looked him straight in the eyes.

His hair is pulled back into his usual man bun, but a haggard look replaces the normal one of control. “Outside,” I grind out, casting my gaze around the room, reminding him we have an audience. Marcus bristles and redness creeps up the side of his neck at the effort it takes to swallow his outrage, but finally he relents, stalking back out the door, his thick boots slapping against the linoleum floor.

And then I saw Marcus. He was nothing like I expected. He wasn’t broad-shouldered or imposing like Zane, nor polished like the people Catherine surrounded herself with. Marcus was lean, wiry, dressed in a dark jacket that looked worn but intentional, as though he lived in the spaces between respectability and shadow. His hair was cropped close, streaked at the temples with gray, though he couldn’t have been more than his early forties. Sharp eyes flicked over me once, cataloguing everything, before he turned his attention back to Zane.

Analyzing and giving pointers so rapidly that she wondered if another person was wearing his skin. It was in moments like this that she could see a glimpse of the former Reece. He had grown his black hair long. Mostly due to negligence but you wouldn't notice it because he looked even more handsome now. His jaw was strong, his cheekbones high enough to make his green eyes even more hypnotic and demanding. His hair reached a little past shoulder length and was currently held back in a ponytail. Reece had grown even larger in the past years and looked like a man now, not the somewhat lean but still in shape youth he'd been before. He was still in shape now just more ripped. The shirt he wore s

My heart raised, and pleasure gripped me as his pair of unique red eyes fell on my body, my heart fluttered at the sight of how cute he was. The man in front of me was the pure definition of striking. He was really different from every other man I've laid my golden eyes on, from his look to his personality. He has this perfect Revan hair that was packed in three styles, the middle part was packed In a ponytail, the lower part fell freely off his back, and some nice quantity of strands that fell freely off his forehead and seated perfectly on his chest. He was seated there in a piece of two black suit that revealed enough quantity of his ripped muscle.

Mark added as we began the long drive back to Otterville Falls. “Are you kidding me?” I knew he was just saying that to get my goat. But I couldn’t help but remember the strange man’s office. “He had three inches of dark roots!” Mark grinned at me. “Maybe he’s looking for a new stylist.? They can be hard to find, a lot like an OB-GYN.” I snorted. “His hair was shoulder length, half of it was bleach blonde and the other half almost black. He had a life size cut out of his son who was in college and he sang while he walked.”