Sebastian Stan Long Hair Novels & Stories

Sébastien paused, listening, before he pulled the heavy iron bolt and wrenching open the door, ran headlong into the tunnels, without waiting for his men. The flames from the burning torches lining the tunnel walls cast a dim orange light, only barely illuminating the underground prison. Sébastien moved swiftly towards his brother's cell, the torchlights reflecting off his pale, naked skin and obsidian-colored markings. His coal black hair was pulled back from his face and hung in a single braid down his back, reaching to his waist.

And unlike Hakan whose head had a mop of curly brown locks, Axton’s hair was cut very low and he also had a beard. Diazo was pale skinned with cropped hair as dark as his expression, and beautiful green eyes. A tattoo peaked from the top of his shirt even though all his buttons were closed and I wondered what his tattoo was. Probably something like skulls and death. After Hakan, he was definitely the most frightening of the bunch, and I wondered why he wasn’t the second in command instead of Tivan. Tivan was still blonde just like last time I saw him, with blue eyes and the scar that cut across his left eye from hairline to ear. Sebas was olive skinned with dyed silver hair that was long eno

I know they will start making fun of my weight if they notice me in a turtle neck, so I quickly hid it with my jacket. “What a cow like you is doing here?” Sebastian entered in the common room with his latest fling, Zara, and sneered when he noticed me. I ignored his comment and left the common room. It was more like a waiting room for guests and a f*cking corner for some wolves like him. Sebastian knew he could get away with anything because his father was the beta of this pack, and he knew how to use this ticket in his favour every single time. I quickly entered my room in the basement and combed my Silky black hair. My hair touches my bum, and with 5’6 height, it looks pretty long, but I

The man frowned in annoyance as he pressed the screen of Tera's phone to turn off the alarm that had just disturbed his sleep! Sebastian was wearing a silk kimono with a belt around his waist, the loosened belt exposing his chest freely. Sebastian wasn't wearing anything else underneath the kimono, only black silk boxers that matched the color of his kimono. Sebastian looked enticing even a second after waking up. His messy hair without gel made Sebastian look relaxed and very hot. The hair even fell onto his forehead, making the Chinese man look even more approachable. Sebastian looked like a handsome guy in general, not just a handsome guy who was a boss and a hot, untouchable single daddy

Slowly, he opened his eyes, a faint frown creasing his forehead as he turned his head to look at me. “I tried to be nicer today,” he muttered. “They’re all imbeciles.” I chuckled. “At least you tried.” The frown lingered. Sebastian had said he’d seemed happy earlier, but right now he looked like a man fighting off a headache. “Why did you cut your hair again?” he asked suddenly. “I wanted to ask yesterday.” “It had grown too long,” I replied. He stared at me without blinking. “I like it better longer. Don’t cut it again.”

Sebastian and I finally arrived in front of the Malacañang Palace, I looked at my watch, and it says 4:45 in the afternoon – fifteen minutes before the event starts. I quickly jumped off the motorbike and took the helmet off from my head. Sebastian followed and slowly removed his headgear; his black medium-length hair almost touched his eyes. His hairstyle is nearly similar to Leonardo Dicaprio's, a combination of man bun and slicked-back hair, but his hair is much thicker than Leonardo's.

3 Sebastian’s home was located in the neighboring estate; it was a ten-minute drive. Sebastian waved at me when he saw him, he was so anxious that he had waited for me in front of his house. He was a tall guy about as tall as me with beautiful hair. His hair was thick and wavy blonde, sometimes I felt envious of his hair. Mine was just ebony brown and straight and long, like a rock type of person.

Owen offered introductions, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, “and Seb, the keyboardist.” Seb was a pretty brunette man with stunning hazel eyes fringed with eyelashes she only achieved with magnetic falsies, the sort of almost androgynous good looks that underwear companies seemed to prefer for their models, and Sebastian was high-school footballer handsome, square jawed, clean shaven, with a grin enhanced by good orthodontics.

Sebastian stepped lithely from the dark. Wearing a dark shirt, frilled at the cuffs. Long blonde hair waving in a cloud down to his shoulders. Making him luminesce in the blackness, as vivid gold as the moonlight was silver. Chastain immediately reached longingly to touch him. His face and hair. She leaned up on her toes. A slender wraith in the dark. Wearing her white muslin nightdress. She stretched to reach for him. Her fingertips itching to feel his skin. To touch that hair. She ached to be closer to him.

That's a relief. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the infamous Luna of the midnight pack. I wasn't expecting to meet you in this way." Sebastian said with an amused look. Up close I get to see his distinct facial features. His face looked effortlessly perfect, with his long red hair neatly straightened. He had a well chiseled jawline with red eyes, matching his hair. He was a handsome type of specimen for sure. "And you must be Sebastian Whitlock." I speak. A smile appears on his lips.