Short Spiky Black Hair Novels & Stories

He was dressed completely in black, his wide shoulders encased in a black leather jacket full of silver zippers and studs. Unlike the rest of the pack, Kothari's hair was cut short tapering in sharply at the nape of his neck though the front was longer, falling in a wide sweep across his forehead. He was as tall as his father and just as wide and his body language screamed out the need to be anywhere else but where he was. Kothari was pissed and he didn't care who knew it.

incase you need to use to to protect yourself?; she nodded taking out to sharp looking daggers from her right boot, than placed them back inside them, nodding i agreed with her, she looked bad ass but the messy bun didn't look right in her head, so i said screw it and placed it into a ponytail, she looked better without the one on top of her head, she looked like a badass chick, “Alright your ready mom, i think dad is going to like what your wearing, we heading downstairs to where my dad was waiting for us with uncle Spike and Grandpa Hawk, they were just wearing regular clothes, they didn't have to try hard to look scary because they look scary, If you ever met Spike, you would probably wa

To avoid seeming too eager, I count to thirty in my head, using the time to study his features now that he’s closer. Of course the first thing I notice about him is he’s good looking. He has a broad brow, strong, hairless jaw, good complexion and a gorgeous head of straight black hair that sticks up in wild spikes that look, adorably, like cowlicks. Beneath defined black brows, his eyes are almond shaped, thin, with tiny folds at the corners, and he looks young—younger than someone who’d spent eight years in the Army immediately after high school. He’s average height for a man, which is a head taller than me, and though spare, he’s broad-shouldered and clearly strong. Except for the longish

His presence sucked all the air out of the room and my body shivered of its own volition. Black hair styled back , slightly longer in the front than on the sides, with a few stray stands falling over his forehead. A short, neatly trimmed beard graced his perfectly square jawline. His features were strong, and he was devastatingly handsome.

Excitement was exceedingly showing in her beautiful mien. I gazed at her. I just realized she is more beautiful in this mood of her. Her fair-white skin is already captivating. She has bob-cut hair of raven black. Her face is too tiny covered by her hair as her forehead has its hair cut short up to her eyebrows. Her nose is prominent and compliments her cheekbones and deep-set eyes. Her eyelashes are quite long and thick, flapping as her enthusiasm was becoming more obvious. Her lips are thin and healthy pinkish which turns red at her every playful bite. She is a beauty that I cannot seem to get tired of gazing at. But her next question woke me up from my wandering thoughts.

Mark asks me. I shrug. The woman is tall and slim with midnight black hair that flows down to just above her butt. The long flowy black dress she’s wearing gives the appearance of a rebellious gothic flare. As we stand and look at her, she turns and eyes us with a look just as black as her hair, her eyes fixated on us.

Just as we get to the sparring area I hear the most obnoxious sound hit my ears. “I see I’m just in time for the best part,” says Ryker. Damn, and my morning was going so well. I’d say he was good looking, but I’m so repulsed by his personality that I find him physically unattractive. He’s 6’1”, black hair that’s ear length in the middle but he keeps it slicked back with the sides of his head are shaved. He has dark brown eyes, pale skin and is moderately toned. He has a few tattoos on his left arm but even his tattoos seem obnoxious.

Alpha Superior Noah. He was unforgettable. How could she forget his face. She had barely seen him or even said a word or two to him and yet she couldn't get him out of her mind. It was hard. She wouldn't stop drifting to the perfect work of art that was Noah. He was perfect. His midnight black hair was cropped closely to his scalp, making it hard for her to know whether or not he had curly or straight hair.

I muttered, stepping back. She looked up at me with sharp, amused eyes. She was the definition of a total tomboy; she had short, messy black hair with shaved sides and purple streaks, athletic body covered in tattoos, and a silver barbell piercing through her left nipple. She had a lean, toned build with small firm breasts, narrow hips, and a completely shaved pussy except for a tiny landing strip. A second silver piercing glinted from her clit hood. She smirked, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing her pierced nipple forward.