Shoulder Length Hair With Glasses Novels & Stories

Her physical features were a study in subtle elegance, creating an impression of quiet strength and kindness. Clara's hair, the color of chestnuts kissed by sunlight, fell in soft waves around her shoulders. The strands glimmered with natural highlights, catching the light as she moved. She often tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, allowing a few tendrils to frame her face delicately.

Once again, my ignorance of life’s small details struck me, but it only fueled my desire to catch up and discover more. A hairdresser greeted us, and Serena spoke to her in unfamiliar terms like bangs and highlights. I allowed myself to be seated as the stylist worked on my scalp,washing, drying, perfuming, and cutting my long brown hair. I only specified the final length: shoulder height. Relaxing in the chair, I surrendered my hair to her care.

His crisp white dress shirt was perfectly pressed, and his black tie was neatly knotted. His hair was styled in a tousled, yet well-groomed manner, and his jawline was chiseled, giving him a rugged, masculine look. His eyes, a deep brown, were framed by thick, dark lashes that made them stand out. He had a light layer of scruff along his jawline, which gave him an air of sophistication and a hint of danger.

Okay so in the story I haven’t mentioned how the main characters look. So here are their physical descriptions just to give you a heads up. :) Summer: 17 years old. Dark brown short hair, She wears glasses (not always, only when she plays video games or uses the computer) Pale skin. Average height. Brown eyes. She isn’t overweight nor shes thin.. she somewhere in the middle. you know curvy. :p tomboy. Ginger: 17 years old. Orange-Ginger long hair, she is fair, thin. She also has glasses. blue eyes. She's like the cute nerd.

Perfect eyebrows, shaped and filled in, along with long, luscious, eyelashes. A small amount of mascara to make them pop. Her silver hair falling pin straight to her waist, and a look of wonder in her sparkling eyes. She was about 5 foot 7 inches. I was a bit taller than her and she had a petite, but muscular stature. No doubt she was a Reaver.

” I asked, not believing what I was witnessing. I took my hands away from my face and grabbed my wet hair to check if my brain was playing tricks on me. I felt my hair from the roots to the end as I separated them, grabbed two thick fists in my hands, and flopped them forward. I gazed down at two equal hair lengths reaching my waist instead of my shoulders.

"He is super cute…" My voice left me, as I stared at the man standing close to me. 5' 7'' inches, broad shoulders, Viking gold hair, bristly eyebrows, a hawkish nose, firm long legs, alluring eyes, and sensual lips. 'God the man was sexy!!'

Marcus. He was 48 but looked like he belonged on the cover of a luxury watch ad. Tall — easily 6’3” — with broad, powerful shoulders that filled out his crisp white linen shirt. His salt-and-pepper hair was styled back, and those piercing blue eyes scanned her from head to toe with unmistakable interest. His jaw was strong, with a hint of stubble, and when he smiled, it was slow and predatory, revealing perfect white teeth.

Her hair puffed out around her head like a sad cloud, and those oversized round glasses magnified her eyes until they looked like two fishbowls perched on her face, too big for her thin features. I kept my hands to myself.