Shoulder Length Hair With Glasses Novels & Stories

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.

She gulped. “Arden,” Grace was mesmerised by his shoulder length dark hairs that were tied in small ponytail, a few stray strands falling upon his brows and eyes as his dark eyes shielded by pair of glasses. His thin lips added beauty to his masculinity, the way his cheekbones stood and the sharp angle of his jaw gave him a seductive and sophisticated look, her heart palpitated. “I was expecting you ten minutes earlier,” Arden said and Grace watched as he slid the glasses down to his nose and raised his brows.

” 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.

I would have loved to be anywhere else but be here with a man like this. I took the time he was close to me to assess his person. "He had a long hair flowing down his shoulder_A brown hair. His eyes were pale brown to complement his hair. He looked thin, very thin that his shoulder blades was protruding from his skin. He looked malnourished.

The man said to the person behind me. A tall guy stepped in front of me. His hair was as black as night, and his eyes were so brown they looked almost black. He had a scar that ran across his cheek. His body wasn't something to ignore either. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were the size of two of mine put together. He rolled his shoulders before straightening his stance. His face was completely blank as he looked at me.