Rey Star Wars Hair Down Novels & Stories

she stopped him with the whispered question. This time, he actually looked at her and saw the stress and uncertainty in her traditional Hispanic features. He cupped her cheek, making sure to stay away from her perfectly combed Paige boy haircut. She hated her hair messed with, and he respected her wishes. She was already in Star Wars pajamas with Yoda on her t-shirt. She barely reached the middle of his sternum which told him that she was barefoot. “No, I haven’t. What’s wrong, my pretty?”

Apparently we have to get dressed up for this ritual and I got my hair cut. I knew Leia loved my curls, so I let the hairdresser shave the sides and keep the curls on top. I also kept some of the stubble, just making it all look a bit sharper. I went back to the hotel and ate something. Mindlinked my parents and played on my phone. Goddess, time moved too freaking slow. The sun was finally setting and I got dressed in my suit. I looked into the mirror. I had bought a small Star Wars Lapel pin and pinned it on my suit jacket. Letting Leia know that I was already hers.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

But he is just like any other male I have ever met and only wants one thing… A stray tear falls from my eye and I feel a calloused thumb brush it away. “Miss Delaney, I am sorry for you to hear that. But if someone had said that about me. I would like to know. But don’t let him see this tear. Him nor his words are worth that.” He says with such a genuine smile… I didn’t really pay much attention to Kylo’s appearance earlier. But he is pretty hot. Raven black hair, messy on the top, shaved on the sides. He is really tan, like all he does is lay in the sun. His eyes are a golden honey color. And they shine. His arms are covered in beautiful tattoos, mostly of forest trees, moons, and wolves. I

she said. Richard gave her a grateful look. “Slow’s fine. Gives me more time to prepare for my big debut.” “Ready?” Luke asked. “Let’s do it.” Richard tapped James’s hand. “Go on, little man. You’re up.” James's tongue shot out in concentration as he activated the clippers. The whine of the motor filled the garage, vibrating against his fingers. One cautious glide down the side of Richard's head. A chunk of black hair broke loose and was snagged on the towel.

He had to sit down again, and one of the priests took the knife from the table next to him. "You are called and are now reborn as a warrior of Hyaun," said another, and the third began to sing softly in Alt-Hy. Raen's hands were placed on his thighs, palms up. He closed his eyes because he suspected what would come next. A moment later, he felt the knife cut through his hairband and his loose hair fell loosely on his bare shoulders. Then he felt the knife on his forehead and finally the top of the hairline. It passed over his head with a slight scratch, and he felt the first strands of hair fall into his lap. He felt great regret. He would never have that long hair again, would never comb it

Liara was still not comfortable with her white hair, so she kept it hidden under the red color. Approx four inches above her knee, a slit on the grown exposed Liara’s legs. To show the beauty of the diamond necklace and its earring, her hair was tied into a bun behind her hand, with only a few strands of hair falling down on her face. Her makeup was done lightly because she wasn't fond of makeup.

She was utterly impressed. Once he had finished setting up the station, Wesley patted the chair's teal cushion to call Esper over. As she sat down, Wesley started on his daughter's hair. He sectioned out several portions of her silver locks and began plaiting the strands. His fingers moved expertly and nimbly as he wove the hair into fishtail braids.

***Thyra's POV*** My weekend was the same as always, sleep, train, study, eat, sleep, rinse, repeat. Friday evening, I calmed down from that rage monster that was building. So, I did do something a little different to distract me this morning. I am starting at the results in the mirror of my barracks room now. Since I was 16, I have kept my hair cut to my shoulders tucked back in braids. I needed to focus on something other than my anger, and I took some clippers to my hair and buzzed off most of the right side of my hair. My scalp is only a little paler than my complexation, but I have always been pale. My black hair is combed over to the left side of my head, showing off the new style I ga