Short Spiky Black Hair の小説・ストーリー

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.

I want to reach over and . I looked back at his face, not wanting to get distracted by his manliness. I'm horny enough as it is. But that doesn't really work. I like everything about his appearance. The hair on his head is thick and black. He wears it a little long on top but short in the back. He always styles it to some degree. He drags a hand through it now and some comes back to lay on his forehead. I want to run my hand through it and mess it up entirely.

No one could deny that. Noah had cropped short black hair, always styled neatly and perfectly in place. There was a quiet authority in the way he carried himself. They all had the same blue eyes but his was a lighter shade. Cole wore his hair slightly longer, falling messily over his forehead. He had a lazy charming grin that never failed to draw attention, the kind of smile that made hearts flutter.

I grabbed my clothes and started getting ready, anticipation brewing inside me. Tugging on my black tights, slipping into a long-sleeved black shirt, and pulling thick, cozy woolly socks over my feet, I checked myself out carefully in the mirror. I know, I know, wearing black is such a cliché, but it's just my style—whether I'm an assassin or not. My hair cascaded past my shoulders, dark as fine brown silk shimmering in the morning light. Too bad I couldn't—or maybe I should say I didn't want to—wear it down today. I picked up my brush, swiftly ran it through my hair to smooth out any tangles, then pulled it up into a high ponytail, ensuring every wisp of hair was neatly pulled out of my fac

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.

Even his black hair was ruffling forward and back as he spoke. Like a wolf’s coat.

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