Ross Lynch Dark Hair Novels & Stories

The 6’4 muscle bound, tattooed scowling Alpha was sexy on a whole other level. His hair is shaved on the sides with brushed back black hair on top, sapphire eyes that are hooded in this black thick lashes, strong jaw with just the right amount of stubble to leave a shadow has my panties wet. Well I'll be damned, why the hell have you never considered a wolf before Lyra, i think.

Kelly asked finally from somewhere behind Lawrence, which Alex couldn’t quite see. “Of course I can do it,” Lawrence said, hands on hips. “Are you questioning my ability, darling?” Kelly chuckled. “No, Lawrence, I’m not questioning your ability. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here, right?” Lawrence did a high-pitched laugh, his hand delicately waving in the air. “Of course, darling. Of course.” He turned to Alex. “Now then, I assume you’ve had this dark hair since forever?” Alex nodded. “Ah. Boring color, this. Doesn’t suit your complexion at all, sweetie.”

He gives Dash a knowing look but doesn't say anything further. A young man of no more than 22 years of age arrives at the table and proceeds to seat in the empty seat beside Lenny. She recognizes him as the last Behrt-Lehman boy. They all look unmistakably similar with firm cheekbones and hollow cheeks but, they have a few distinct features. Dustin, the youngest of them, has a lighter shade of black hair and it’s in a much curlier texture, his eyes are a bit lighter as well. Darius’ hair is cut very low and accompanied by a pair of surly, brown eyes and a trim beard. But, it is Dash that took the darker end of everything. His hair is completely jet black, his eyes such a dark shade of brown

Kind of caveman but not in the way that could be romanticized. “Huh? I don’t mean to sound rude but I think you got the wrong person.” He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Well, one of us lost its mind and it’s not me. Him. he did. Was he so dumb that he couldn't tell that I wasn’t Lyn? I mean, I know we look alike but I have a different hair color. Oh fuck! I dyed my hair black too. I did it because I wanted to be the same as my sister. It sounded super fun when I did it and Harlyn loved it.

Dylan seemed to think so. My hair was long. Very long at the time, more than halfway down my back and very straight. Sometimes, like now, I had it in a long, loose ponytail. It was very dark brown, nearly black. My eyes were similar actually, such dark brown that in certain lights I looked like I just had massive pupils. My eyes themselves were large and round, my eyelashes long naturally. I had a somewhat round face with a thin, short nose and wide, fat lips. A pretty face, I supposed.

He was looking at Ragnar. The man sat behind his desk, focused entirely on whatever he was doing. His long black hair fell loosely over his shoulders, a few strands slipping forward near his face as he leaned slightly toward the screen. There was something strangely captivating about the way he worked. Lance tilted his head slightly. Huh. The light from the window caught the edges of Ragnar’s hair, making the dark strands shine faintly. For a brief moment, Lance found himself studying the sharp lines of his face. The pale skin.

What was he doing thinking of one woman when he was dating another. But it was just dating, he reminded himself. He'd been very clear about that with her right at the start. It also occurred to him now, as he looked at her, that he'd subconsciously chosen a woman who was the complete opposite in looks from Jessie. Where Jessie had dark brown hair with golden highlights, Lynne was a strawberry blonde. Jessie was shorter, maybe five foot five, while Lynne was taller. In heels, as she was now, her head just reached above his mouth. Jessie had lush curves that he loved to touch and run his hands over. Lynne was tall and slender.

Her hair is in a warrior style with shaved hair on the sides and back with the top braided. Reddish brown in colour, makes me think of a warm fire for some reason. Never seen such colour hair before, except at that one event where the oldest of the three lycan princes gave his title as king to the second prince. He had a mate with rainbow-coloured eyes and hair with the same colour as the one I am looking at. The only difference is the length of it. This looks more mature too. Well, it has been years since that event. A lot of things could have changed. And are they twins? I have to find out. I saw Mitne giving us the nod and I saw a table appearing out of thin air.

“For as long as I can remember, I have been running. And now, my life is about to be over for something that I never knew about.” “It won’t. I refuse to let it.” The door swings open and Linc enters. He cocks an eyebrow at us. He had shaved his head since I last saw him and was now a skinhead. He wasn’t alone. A female stood by his side. She was almost as tall as him. About six foot tall, I would guess. Her red hair was braided back from her face. Her bright green eyes gave her an odd look. You didn’t really see red heads with green eyes.

He laughs in a demonic manner. “What girl?” I hear Blake growl. I didn’t know she was here, I slowly peek out from under the table and look through the cell window. I see Lance, Axel, Mav, Tucker and Blake surrounding an unfamiliar Lycan male. This male looked almost rogue. He had long knotted brown hair, a burn scar across his face that still looked like it was healing, and eyes that were fading between yellow and blue. His Lycan wolf was fighting him for control. “The girl that will fetch us a fancy ransom. I hear she’s fresh for plucking!” He wiggles his eyebrows and I don’t like what he is implying.