Neji Hyuga Hair Novels & Stories

Ryosuke said. “It’s not over yet.” Kurai says with a serious expression. Ryosuke looked to see Cai Kang and Kurai on edge. Confused, he continues to view the scene. Nu-ying i breaks Fukuna’s grip on her hair which removes her odango bun accessories, revealing her long beautiful hair. It is surprisingly much longer than what Fukuna had expected. After removing them, Nuying is laughing. "You're done this time." Her hair starts to move on its own and it bursts into flames which becomes a richer color than her default hair color.

"Thanks. It was nerve-wracking but I didn't want to keep my relationship with him a secret. I'm happy that the number of people that I can freely express my love for Higan in front of has increased." "The joys of being in love. I want a boyfriend too." "You will probably find him soon and I bet that he will be a pretty great guy." She hummed and reached out to ruffle my hair. "Your hair has grown pretty long." "Ah, Higan mentioned it too." "Want me to give you a hair cut?" I smiled nervously. "You know that I love my hair long." "I won't cut it too short, dummy. Just a little trim to keep things neat."

Hikaru faced the pond again while I was observing them well, they looked veracious and obedient. Ren-Ai was a blonde , he has a slicked back undercut hair, good looking, 177.8 cm, cerulean eyes and most of all he carries a long wide sword. Yui on the other hand was different. She was an archer. I sense authority on her, she's very intimidating. She has hazel green eyes and a coffee brown hair color,157.48 cm in height and most of all I find her pretty. Archers and swordsmen in the kingdom were very precise and were very quick.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Fūjin heard Fenrir refer to Neith as the goddess multiple times last night as he kept gushing about her while they were already in bed. Fūjin quickly ran out. He forgot that he was shirtless and his hair was still disheveled. He was going as fast as he could. Luckily, none of their teammates were at the residence building anymore. It was easy for him to find them. He already knew Neith's favorite spot. Fenrir was shocked when he saw Fūjin's current appearance. Fūjin is very particular about his looks after all. He likes maintaining a clean and composed mien.

My alpha and my mate, with our three-year old son being carried in his arms as all I can see of him is his onyx tuft of hair. Tenri’s hair is similar to Casper’s and rather than having his undercut hair black, it’s silver instead, leaving the rest black. Our genes and that of our cousins, the white wolves, seem to not agree at all when it came to the eyes. I feared it would be different colors for their eyes, one would be crystalline slate-blue and the other would be hazel slate-blue. “You can’t even pretend not to notice me huh” I giggle, walking up the wooden steps and onto the terrace.

He must have been saved by someone which means he must have been wounded on his chest which was the reason for the pain in his chest and now that he wasn’t dizzy or hungover means he had been sleeping for at least a day or two. Something was sticking to his back which made Si Ning placed a hand on his head only to pull a mass of dark hair that seemed to be bonded in a loose ponytail and looked like it was attached to his head. For as long as he remembered his hair was always kept short and dyed in different colors since it used to give him a younger appearance and what was this long smooth silky dark hair that seemed to be reaching his waist. A wig? Si Ning pulled back his hand and his eyes

A second passed by before she continued. "Can I touch it? Hope it's not blazing as well?" I was yet to fully comprehend her sentence when Jeyre reached for my hair from across the tiny table between us, and within seconds, she had her hand wrapped in the silky length of crystal hair. "Hmm, still the same texture and feel as your previous natural black hair. Just that, this feels a bit silkier." I stiffled a laugh when she raised a handful and sniffed. "Nothing different, still same scent of chocolate and mint flavors." She noted, looking so serious I couldn't help but smell my own hair as well.

The rest of the day was spent hanging out and making sure we would be ready to head out at first light. The most that happened was Yūri went and got her hair cut into a very sexy bob. I hadn’t been sure if I would like short hair on her, but like everything else, Yūri makes it sexy.

“When you say it like that, Aim, you make it seem like I don’t look devilishly handsome like my mate tells me.” I cracked a smile as I waved my hands around his head. “It’s in this weird in between stage that looks-” “Horrible.” Toya giggled and Jora slapped a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Toya.” He turned in his seat. “I’ll have you know I can just make the tiniest of ponytails.” All of us lost it. He scowled as he turned back. “What can I say? My mate asked for long hair. I’ll grow the long hair.”