Marco Reus Haircut Novels & Stories

Rufus does not answer and continued to walk further in the woods until he stopped. Samira and I walked up beside him to see what he was looking at. Our eyes widened when we saw Rai’s back and the person right in front of him looked like them but older. That person turned to us and smiled, “Son, just in time.” I stood there shocked as this was my first time seeing Marcus. He has Dark brown hair like Rufus and Rai but with white streaks in them. His eyes were blue and with a tiny scar on the left side of his eyebrows. His eyes looked tired but at the same time, wide away.

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

“Besides, I can do that on my own. I will know the man behind this.” It will take some of Terah’s time, but she is positive she will succeed. Then again, Mariah was nowhere to be seen and her problems can wait. "We will charge an extra fee for that," the other man said. He had a buzz cut, the shortest men's haircut. It was a typical military cut and an excellent choice for active lifestyles or hard-to-manage hair types. "It will take us some time, but rest assured, we will know the man behind these. Or the woman behind these. "

Or more likely, it was him— Marcus Reynolds in Room 412. He had been admitted two days earlier after a minor car accident: cracked ribs, a bruised ego, and a physique that looked like it had been sculpted by some divine hand rather than hours in a gym. Tall and broad-shouldered, with smooth and rich dark skin that seemed to absorb the dim light and reflect it back in warm tones. Sharp cheekbones that gave his face a striking, almost regal structure and full lips that curled into the kind of mischievous smile capable of derailing even the most disciplined thoughts.

Jack smiles when he sees me. "Reza!" he shouts happily. He moves forward to give me a hug. I wouldn't usually let him, but it's fine. This time. "Hey," I reply as he engulfs me in his arms. He's gotten taller since I last saw him. The top of my head barely reaches his chin height. His blond hair that was always short is wavy and mid-length, his overall body looking much healthier when I last saw him too. The lean muscle on his chest seems to have filled up a little, and the lines on his cheeks have disappeared. Not to mention his hair seems much firmer.

If he was, this group could not get any hotter. I stood there looking at them as they conversed among themselves. They had similar builds and similar sharp features. Their hair was all styled differently, though. Jack, who seemed to be the youngest, had the shortest hair, kind of spiky at the top. Marco’s hair was like Damian’s five years ago, and he had beautiful deep green eyes that seemed to have a calming effect. Nick’s hair was long, he styled it into a man-bun.

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

His chest heaved up and down sharply inhaling and exhaling so clearly that the sound pierced through our silence. I escaped the unsettling stare that he'd locked us in and instead searched for the other guy. I didn't know him by face but he looked older. Scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, his jacket was strewn on the floor and his impossibly curly hair wildly messy from Marco's fingers that had plunged through it. "Get up," Marco ordered me. His voice was threateningly low, done with shouting. I did as I was told and stood to my full height. Smirking slightly as I raised a little taller than Marco.

She thought Elijah was intimidating and huge, but apparently there were men more intimidating than him. Marcus was first off, very tall. He stood easily two heads taller than everyone in the room. His hair was long, tied into a ponytail that brushed the waist band of his pants. He had broad shoulders and a strong chin. His eyes were darker than ink more about feeling than their color, framed by long thick lashes. He was dressed in a white button up shirt that he'd rolled up to reveal powerful arms decorated with tattoos. Elena felt a pinch on her side and turned. She realized that everyone had their heads bowed.

It’s as if they were preparing for some celebration. After listening to Timmy and Jimmy earlier, I had an idea of what is to happen in that hall tonight. Two knocks was heard on the door before it was opened to reveal Marcus who at the same time doesn’t look like Marcus. He entered and his eyes glinted when he saw me. He grinned and started advancing while I stood there scrutinizing him. Marcus is now a Brunette, no more red hair. And hi man-bun is really full. He hugged me and I just let my hands remain by my side.