Sebastian Stan Long Hair Novels & Stories

But the next day, he showed up with a new hairstyle and a trench coat he didn't normally wear. Madison asked, "Did you get a perm?" He replied, "Yeah." "Scumbag!" Sebastian was caught off guard by the comment. Joli passed by and overheard their conversation. Seeing Sebastian's lack of reaction, he pointed at him and joked, "Styled-up scumbag." Sebastian smirked. "I know." Then, he walked off casually. But the next day, he reverted to his old hairstyle. Madison nodded approvingly, "This one looks better."

But unfortunately for the Screen. It died down just as he saw the screen. Sebastian walked in. He looked wrecked, which I now realized was likely an intentional aesthetic choice. His hair was damp from the New York humidity, sticking to his forehead in messy, dark waves. There was a smudge of grease on his cheek—placed a little too perfectly near his jawline, I noted. A prop. A costume choice for the role of the working-class hero. He was carrying two plastic bags that smelled like a heavenly mix of peanut sauce and toasted garlic.

I sighed silently, shaking my head in resignation. Sebastian was pacing along the riverside, seemingly in an argument with his wolf. He was completely naked, his body covered in strong muscles. He stood about six feet five inches tall. In the sunlight, his handsome appearance seemed surreal. We stood there, separated by about a dozen meters, not speaking to each other.

Striding out of Argent’s bedroom with purpose, I go in search of Argent and end up running into Sebastian instead. “Sebastian!” I call out before he turns the corner. His broad back stiffens beneath his navy blue Henly at the sound of my voice. For a moment, he takes another step as if he didn’t hear me, but he quickly stops and faces me. His hair has grown a little longer. It falls around his rugged face becomingly, and his jaw is shadowed with stubble. Moving forward, I stop before him and search his blank expression. “Hey,” I mutter hesitantly.

Sebastian was also stunned as he looked at the woman in front of him. Sabrina’s body was not covered, and her skin flushed a little red after the bath. Her short wet hair was messily scattered, and her palm-sized face was covered with water droplets and steam. Standing shivering before Sabastian in this way made her look helpless. Sebastian was not wearing much as well. He had a tall and strong figure with well-defined muscles, bronzed skin, broad shoulders, and narrow hips. His solid and steel-like right arm had two frightening scars, but it fully highlighted his masculine dominance and overbearing force.

I explained pointing towards my hair which had gotten so long since the last time I was able to style it, it was right past my shoulders at this point. “When the time is right, I will ensure Alpha Stephen is much more than my punching bag and I agree with your father, you do not need to wear makeup, you’re beautiful without it.” Sebastian growled at first speaking of the Alpha but soon put his hand to my cheek with such a look of happiness on his face.

he smiles at me. ”Now, I need to do my hair” Sebastian says and heads towards the bathroom, I follow him. His hair has dried after the shower and it's sticking in all directions from the top. He cut his hair this morning from the sides and back. Sebastian takes a jar of wax and takes a drop in his finger, warming it up in his hands and then swiping his hair. But his hair is super thick and stubborn. I know what he’s trying to achieve but his hair won’t bend. I can see the frustration rising on my mate’s face. I can’t help but chuckle. He snaps his head towards me.

Grayson said through the link, and Sebastian lifted his head and looked up at him. When Sebastian looked into Grayson's eyes, his fears disappeared. But as they approached the first floor, his fears came back when he heard how busy the first floor was. He gripped Grayson’s hand tighter, and his eyes darted around, looking for danger. As they reach the bottom stair, Sebastian's stomach drops when he sees the largest Alpha he's ever laid eyes on walking toward them. His long hair was pulled up into a bun, exposing all the tattoos around his neck. His tight black t-shirt hugged his incredibly large muscles, and the short sleeves exposed the tattoos that ran all the way down his arms and over hi

I said, stepping forward. My wolf was growling at the pit of my stomach, rage, my anchor as I balled my fists. Sebastian chuckled before folding his arms. The dull light from the crescent moon illuminated his jet-black hair and gold eyes. There was a hint of amusement in them. No determination to take me down, nor was there a purpose behind those eyes. He was just enjoying this. “Oh come on, Rohan. I love to make an entrance,” he said, spreading his hands apart.

Too fast. Sebastian’s face appeared on the iPad screen against the background of warm lamplight and dark bookshelves behind him. He had changed out of his button-down into a black long-sleeved T-shirt. His hair was more disheveled than it had been that afternoon, as if someone had already run a hand through it several times. His face looked more relaxed. His eyes dropped to the screen first, then stopped. And something in his face changed with a speed that sent a chill across the back of my neck.