Short Spiky Black Hair Novels & Stories

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

We get in the elevator and find two young women wearing short dresses, surely arriving from a party. They start whispering to each other while looking at the Black Tiger. They are eyeing him from head to toe and I can feel them talking about how hot he looks with his messy hair. They are drooling over him, but he cares less about them. He keeps a straight face, his eyes only staring at the doors. The girls are arguing about who’s going to talk to him first.

He knows that she’s standing behind him. A female with a wavy long ombre hair. She has a beautiful mixture of colors on her hair. Her light grey roots give a moonlit shimmer to her dark Rosie shade. With midnight indigo highlighting the edge of her hair, it just creates a dazzling gothic illusion. She has her hair braided in waterfall style with a navy ribbon hair clip on the end of the braid. She’s wearing a strapless black bustier crop top and a pair of black high-waist short. She has a silver chain belt on her waist. She also wears a black stocking and long black socks that comes above her knees. She has a pair of black wedges on her toes.

Only a few inches separated us. Despite everything I was feeling, I stared into his eyes defiantly. Suddenly, he raised his hand while keeping his gaze fixed on me. My body froze without my permission as I watched him step even closer. Then he took a strand of my hair between his fingers. The movement was strangely gentle. Yet every muscle in my body tightened instantly. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and said, "Black hair." Seriously? That was what he wanted to say? Black hair? What the hell is wrong with my hair? Why does everyone seem shocked by its color these days?

She’s fucking gorgeous. Her skin tone takes more after Hakeem than JoJo’s does, making her darker than her twin with a coppery undertone to it. But her long black hair is a combination of Hakeem’s and Meredith’s, meaning that it is slightly kinky, but shiny and smooth. Her hair, which she always wears up and out of her face, actually falls down below her ass and curtains her beauty the few times that I’ve seen it. Even with how long we’ve been together, she has only allowed me to see her hair in all its full glory when we’ve showered together. Today, she has her hair in a high ponytail with curls cascading down her back. I can’t wait to smell it as I move inside of her later.

Her eyebrows were trimmed into thin lines, giving her a very severe, but still attractive appearance. Her black hair looked perfectly styled, pouring in waves from her head. She looked like she probably spent hours in the salon getting her hair to look that way. Her hair had a bit of a natural curl, settling around her shoulders. Her full lips were turned up in a haughty sneer; she looked like the type of woman who would not take any shit.

He scared even our Masters or trainers just by looking at them with his gold eyes. Looking at his appearance one would just know that he was trouble. He was very tall, he had a very healthy, silky, black hair that even girls couldn't boast of having and I heard he barely cut it. His hair reached his waist but it was knotted at the ends so it must've been longer than that.

He was slightly hunched, unable to fit into the shelter completely. That was the first thing she noted. Well, before his black hair that tumbled down his shoulder in the most massive mane she had seen, only stopping shy of his calves. It wasn't wavy and wild like Lino's. It was the exact opposite of it. It glimmered with an ethereal familiar light she was sure she had seen before and it was straighter than rod.

Grey eyes, jagged black tattoos and sandy blonde hair crammed into a tight black shirt and pants. “Don’t attack! I’m White Forest, I’m White Forest!”

Hair for face guy was tall and very skinny, made me think of the bass he was playing. The lead guitarist had black flames tattooed on his neck and shaggy blonde hair with dark roots. His face was long and angular. His dark gray eyes scanned the crowd. The music started and everyone started jumping and dancing. We all stayed to the side, so we wouldn't get thrown into mosh pits.