Neckline Stubble Novels & Stories

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.

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It speaks of character and determination, never wavering in the face of adversity. A subtle, angular jawline gives structure to his face, hinting at his underlying strength and resilience. It's often adorned with a day's worth of stubble, a hint of ruggedness that accentuates his masculine allure. Lips, full yet not overly so, are the epitome of sensuality. They curve effortlessly into a warm smile, revealing teeth that are bright, symmetrical, and contagious in their radiance.

I held his gaze, trying to get him to lower his face but he being Reagan refused to do so, He just kept looking at me with a smirk, I hissed and turned to the other side but he came into my line of vision again but he was talking with someone, probably an elder and laughing. I rolled my eyes this time and leaned my head on the table, trying to calm my drumming heart that refused to be still even though I just downed a glass of juice beside me. When lying there, I kept throwing glances at him, but I did it discreetly so I would not be caught He had a stubble now; his stubble is usually shaved, and it took him a maximum of three days to shave again, but this time. It looks like he hasn't shave

Third person's POV He stood in front of the mirror. His fingers gently pinched the thin edge of the facial prosthetic, slowly peeling it off. As the prosthetic came off, a pair of chiseled features gradually revealed themselves. They were a cold, stern gaze, a high-bridged nose, and sharply defined lips that exuded a unique charm. His skin, already fair, was nearly translucent from lack of sunlight, appearing even paler under the lights. His shirt collar was slightly open, hinting at his collarbones.

Few strands of those waves were falling carelessly on his forehead and I prevented every bit of my urge not to push my fingers into his head to pull them away. Seems like he had not shaved since weeks as his shave was grown a little too long but it still didn't made him look less attractive. His jawline was as sharp as a knife while lips were a bright shade of pink. My gaze halted to his roman nose after taking in his sharp jawline.

Aiden spotted the red mark on his neck right away, but was surprised it looked like it was already healing. After splashing water on his face, the Omega quickly fixed his hair and smoothed his clothes. He flipped his collar up, trying to hide the mark on his neck. It seems to work as long as he doesn't move around too much. Once the Omega felt he looked presentable, he quickly went downstairs.

he said, voice dropped lower than normal. I gathered more cream, hoping I had the right amount to moisturize without matting his perfectly groomed stubble. But all strategic thinking evaporated the second my fingers touched his jaw and he made this low humming sound that went straight to parts of my anatomy that had no business responding to skincare application. My brain immediately conjured images of what that rough stubble would feel like against other parts of my body. What I could do to make him hum like that again. Jesus Christ, get it together. It’s face cream, not foreplay.

“I will get a shave tomorrow. Does that work?” “Yes,” I grinned. “But then this stubble makes you look hotter…especially when you are naked. So maybe you should keep it.” “Make up your mind, Gianna,” Nico rolled his eyes, but it amused me to see how smug he looked at that compliment. Wasn’t it obvious to him how fucking hot he was? “Come on now…let’s get your arm taken care of.” He took my hand, and I followed him to our bedroom with a smug glee.

Does he think he's funny? I laugh out, and I feel the weight on my head is lifted. I must confront him. I walk up the stairs and open the door wide. He's on the bed, pressing his laptop. I look at him, taking in his features. He wasn”t a male model, but he should have been. The lush, mother lode-gold hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his nonchalant attitude. The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. He had manly, peppered stubble.