Ross Lynch Dark Hair Novels & Stories

Characters: Name: Helena Lynch (Lena) Stage Name: Raven Age: 27 Occupation: Stripper (under coercion) Current Situation: Trapped in a toxic strip club environment, manipulated by her controlling “boyfriend” and drug dependency. Appearance: • Slim build, sharp cheekbones, and pale skin that looks even starker under the club lights; 5’0” tall. • Jet-black hair with messy bangs she sometimes cuts herself. • Dark, tired eyes with heavy eyeliner—a mask of confidence, though the sadness still bleeds through.

One had curly brown hair, maple-colored eyes, and freckles dotting his nose and cheeks. The markings would have seemed boyish had it not been for the chiseled jaw and jacked body. The other man was blond with green eyes. His hair was shaved on both sides with the rest piled in a tight man bun on top. He grinned at something the other man said and damn did he have great teeth. Both men were well over six feet. What was it with these lycans? Were they really all this hot? Honestly it should be illegal to house this many gorgeous faces and hot bodies under one roof. I wondered how anyone ever got any work done. As if on cue, the two walked over to where I sat.

Ty asks. “He is in the shower.” I tell her. She sits down beside me and lifts Lina into her arms. Drake and I were amazed that Lina had the same colour eyes as her mother. She got our dark hair, which makes those eyes stand out even more. I let out a grunt when Drake dropped down onto the bed as Ty glared at him. I look at the four of us, and all I can think is that my life is fucking good.

It was one of her least favorite pictures of herself, but her mother loved it so much she never let it go, despite all the moves she had made in her life. “Red hair?” he asked, his tone carrying a bit of over-exaggerated shock. “My father said all the girl babies in his family start off red-headed, and then transform into blonds,” Lana giggled, shrugging her shoulders, appreciating his levity. “I noticed that you’re a natural blonde the first time I saw you,” Xyrus said and Lana blushed profusely. She had dyed her hair darker in the hopes of throwing off Dan's trackers, and she found it impressive that Xyrus had noticed.

But who is this new lycan guarding my room? Based on his hair color, he is one of the combatant lycans. His black hair led me to believe that he is one of the dominant wolves because Lycans' hair in humanoid form is the same color as their fur. Well, even if he didn't show off his jet-black hair, his massive frame and tanned skin would be enough to lead someone to believe that he uses physical force. I kindly inquired, "Who are you?" I was hoping to change his animosity toward me.

The woman said once she took her mask off. Roosevelt’s beauty was stunning. Her black hair was slightly covering her face still. Rose didn’t get a good look before but now she noticed that there were streaks of red in Roosevelt’s hair. The sunlight from the side added more tone to her peach white skin while her red and black hair contrasted that. Other than her beauty, her identity was also stunning. “The Scarlett Witch… and my ancestor?” Rose almost could not believe it.

The two henchmen and the hunters at the bar gazed in amazement at Dante's strength. "You bastard!" One of the henchmen yelled. "That's enough," A sudden interruption broke the tension-filled air, and from the shadows emerged a woman, a vision of fierce beauty, a Lycan Huntress whose presence commands attention. With long, flowing black hair cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall, she exuded an aura of mystique and danger as she walked in slow majestic strides toward Dante. Her obsidian locks were dark as the night itself, contrasting strikingly against her flawless alabaster complexion. The lights glimmered off her pale skin, enhancing the exotic allure that captivates all who dar

Lionel Have I turned into Maddox post-Michelle? Since when do I stand in the shower and jerk off? I'm not doing it, but I'm damn close to grabbing it. My sexual frustration is driving me insane. I rake a hand through my blonde hair. Is this the punishment for having been a man-whore? I found this gorgeous girl. Dark hair, innocent doe-eyes, and lush lips often curled up in a smile. Skin darker than mine, beautiful combined with her almost-black eyes—damn, I love those eyes.

The alpha has salt and pepper hair, and silvery-grey eyes, while the luna’s hair still has some raven-black strands mixed in with white. I take in a long breath and pray to the Moon for courage. It isn’t very often any pack will attempt to make a truce with another.

she said all in one breath. Fracture handed her a plate of food. Everything tasted quite good. It was all well-seasoned. Cory looked around the campfire. Lynx was possibly the only one as quiet as she was. He seemed about a year or two older than her, perhaps nineteen or twenty, the youngest of the wolves with the exception of Hayden. The expert in stealth was lean but muscled with olive skin and shoulder-length wavy black hair. His dark brown eyes remained on the flames of the campfire as though he were alone and not in a circle of travelling companions.