Short Spiky Black Hair Novels & Stories

We put all of the cut-out pieces together, and Tempest studied them for a while, like she was making sure to memorise every detail. Her new appearance was just as beautiful, but she was more...Normal? She'd pass as a friend of mine, I mean. Slender, athletic build, 5'7 in height. Her long hair was cropped just under her chin and curled in small ringlets of inky black that framed her face magnificently. Her irises and sclera remained completely black, like how her facial shape had remained, as did her pale skin that seemed to resemble rays of moonlight.

A voice asked. Rory furrowed his brows. What was with people today appearing once his back was turned away? Releasing a sigh, he straightened his spine and turned around. The person standing in front of him was a very handsome, tall, slender guy. Roughly around his age, perhaps a year or two older. He has shaggy, two-toned, snowy white hair with black roots. His hair was spiky, which was sticking out from various angles. One could even assume it was messy. His eyes that stared back at him were droopy, almost sleepy, behind his dark brown eyes.

Dark wavy hair. Nope. I don't see anyone. "Chaotic Soul?" I heard a deep yet familiar voice from behind and we both turned around to find the owner of that voice. Standing behind us was the guy who was true to his words, tall with sparkling crystal blue eyes, Jet black wavy hair that looked so soft, making my hands itch to run through it, and a hint of stubble on his chin which made him look sexy as hell. My eyes roamed all over his body shamelessly. He wasn't perfectly built with a six-pack or anything but had the body that made me drool instantly and unfortunately it was covered by his chef uniform.

It was a little confusing if this is really for Kurt, or she just wants something to prove to Kurt’s mother. Annika had long straight black hair. Her hair reached her hips. For a change, she wanted to cut it short, maybe up to her chest. She also wanted to change her hair color and style. From a simple long black hair, she changed it to medium length ash blond balayage curly hair. She was very happy about it and she could not wait for Kurt to see it.

She pushed me down to a chair in front of her vanity and brought a straightener beside me. She went ahead to plug it in and began to straighten my hair in sections. "Do you miss your long curly red hair?" I shrugged gently then fingered my hair which was in a shoulder length bob shape and I dyed back to midnight black recently, "not really, I had fun with red hair but I kinda like black too. Plus with this length taking care of my hair is much easier than it used to be." She nodded in understanding and quickly hurried through the remaining sections.

That's when she also noticed her long wavy black silky hair. 'And definitely not my hair.' Her hair is the same color as this one but it was short. Almost like a man's hairstyle. She likes to keep her hair short and never likes long hair. As she thinks it's too bothersome when she moves and she was too lazy to comb it. So she keeps it short. Her gaze immediately sharpened when she noticed a presence approaching to where she was currently at. In an instant, her body was on guard. She may appear calm but deep inside she was ready for a fight. Ready to defend herself if anyone tries to attack her.

Plus I knew where we were going; the general public was not allowed, and those that were there wanted their presence, and who they were with, to be kept secret. Li's hair is flat black, cut in a short pageboy leaving her neck exposed, it is simple and easy to care for. But for tonight I had a wig with hair that went to the shoulder blades in the mid-back and was shoulder length on sides. The wig was raven black with white roots and highlighted with green and purple accents. (I called them blobs of color, but what do I know.) On top it was teased for volume. When it was done Li said her head looked like a vulgar Japanese rock star, of ambiguous gender, rocking a degenerate take on the "classi

anything. They held bright full beautiful smiles, and their body build had been very similar to that of my own. Slim bellies, wide hips, a big ass and a beautiful face. The differences in their hair color was wide-one had bouncy red curls, the other had wavy chestnut hair, the other had almost an afro look about her hair. The sleek blackness of it was shining from the lights. The amount of hairspray they probably had to use was astounding.

Right in front of us, like he had stepped out of the shadows—literally. He was younger than I had expected. He didn’t look worn down like King Earthlian did, but not as young as King Sebristien did either. His raven black hair was cut short, the light shining off of it making it look both a tad blue and purple, like the light couldn’t help but flirt with it. It was mostly slicked back, looking like there were some waves in it, but a few strands had flopped forward, falling together over his forehead. His black blazer and pants looked like they had been made just for him. He was almost scraily handsome.

"Someone's here." She heard the voice say and peeked to catch a glimpse. There were two people and one was standing with his back to her. He was average, both of them weren't really that tall, but one was taller than the other. They were different, very different. The one whose back was turned to her and was shorter, had jet black hair, it was long, and she knew somehow that it fell in front of his eyes and covered one.