Sebastian Stan Long Hair Novels & Stories

He runs his eyes through Killian's whole body, throat going dry as he keeps staring at the perfect body of Killian. Killian is standing there with all his glory, chuckling at the dumbfounded expression of Sebastian. His hair is damp, a white towel is wrapped around his neck, indicating that he just took a shower. He dries his hair with one loose end of the towel. Droplets of water run down his perfect abs. Sebastian counts each of them without any shame. Six. Killian Price has six pack abs. A gray towel is the only barrier between Sebastian's eyes and Killian's lower half. He is afraid it will take just a little wind to blow away the cover, exposing him to something which he shouldn't think

“Look at me.” I slowly rose my eyes to meet his. I had seen pictures of Sebastian Belrose on the internet, but in real life, he was gorgeous. He had light, golden-brown hair cut in a short, neat fashion that accented the strength of his jaw and broad shoulders. The thing that the pictures never conveyed was the strength and power that radiated off him in waves. It was like the difference between seeing a black and white picture of a painting and standing next to the real thing.

Sebastian storms into the bathroom. Oh goddess I hate this man! “My hair is falling off and i don’t know-” Sebastian rolls his eyes,”is that why you won’t let us have peace? You are not the first person to have cancer. Use the black card I gave you and get some wigs!” SEBASTIAN For some weird reason I feel a little pity for her and it makes me irritated in myself. She somehow looks pretty even with the balding. Eww! What is happening to me?

It was more than he had deserved anyway. “I think that is the best one,” Sebastian agreed. “Edward?” “It provides a good explanation for everything,” Edward replied. “It sounds plausible as well.” “Excellent, I will pass your approval along to the media department.” Bernadette surprised him by leaning forward to stare at his hair. Edward could tell she was looking at his roots. “Are you happy to go back to having your natural hair? Your hair isn’t looking too healthy and won’t photograph well.” “It’s fine,” he replied.

Still focused on curling the last bits of her hair, she didn't give a glance at the door to acknowledge the person whose footsteps resonated through the room unless the person itself halted behind her. It was Sebastian. His freshly dyed hair were pushed back, showing off his forehead. Wearing some tight jeans, ripped from the thighs to show off his milky skin underneath along with a white shirt and a black jacket over it. He looked so effortlessly stunning. Lorraine's mouth felt dry. She could say she had seen him in almost every looks now. During their video calls, he looked as much of a disaster as her. Sometimes in bed, sometimes exhausted and sweaty all over. Sometimes in the middle of t

he said with a smile and opened the door to his car. I felt like a girlfriend throwing a tantrum. "Just make sure, because if not, I'll shave your head," I playfully threatened him. "Oh, please, Amber. Don't do that. My hair is beautiful, and it's one of my assets. Don't take it away from me," he melodramatically said as he started the car's engine. He was right; Sebastian's hair was indeed beautiful—lush and thick. It was one of his attractive features. Sebastian and I chatted casually during the drive. I felt comfortable with him. I could tease him, be straightforward with him, and just be myself when I was with him. Things I couldn't do when I was still with Lucas.

“Look at me.” I slowly rose my eyes to meet his. I had seen pictures of Sebastian Belrose on the internet, but in real life, he was gorgeous. He had light, golden-brown hair cut in a short, neat fashion that accented the strength of his jaw and broad shoulders. The thing that the pictures never conveyed was the strength and power that radiated off him in waves. It was like the difference between seeing a black and white picture of a painting and standing next to the real thing.

I believed that once he recovered, we would return to our close bond. I forced myself to push the door open. Sebastian turned to me, looking surprised. I walked straight to him and kissed him lightly. Sebastian is a man who naturally drew attention. He is tall, with broad shoulders and a strong, commanding presence that made people take him seriously the moment he walked into a room. His dark hair was always neatly styled, and his sharp facial features—chiseled jawline, straight nose, and deep-set amber eyes, everything made him really handsome and it is his gaze that is intense and almost unreadable. To outsiders, he looks like the perfect husband, charming and composed. But right now, Hale

Every time, she chose to stand by his side—and that, for Sebastian, was a victory in itself. Her loyalty soothed his male pride in a way nothing else could. Caitlin sighed, "Since I give you face, can you return the favor? Maybe… stop going head-to-head with Zeke all the time?" Sebastian huffed a small laugh but nodded. "Alright, I’ll try to let it go." But then he scoffed, remembering something. "Though, seriously—what kind of psycho spends 50 million just to buy a strand of your hair?" Caitlin chuckled, shaking her head.

Sebastian murmured. Harper froze. Did the arrogant billionaire just admit he was wrong? She grinned. "Good. Now let's go inside. It's going to rain soon." [The Haircut] During the massage, Harper kept staring at Sebastian’s head. His hair was long. Very long. It reached his shoulders, giving him a brooding, 19th-century vampire prince vibe. It was handsome... but also a bit gloomy. "You're staring again," Sebastian said, eyes closed. "Your hair," Harper poked a strand. "It's getting long. You look like a depressed poet."