Shoulder Length Hair With Glasses Novels & Stories

Chapter Twenty Five: An Awkward Day. Standing before her was definitely not Ms. Lisa, but a young gentle pale white looking man that was easily over six foot tall man in three piece suit was standing in front of her. His hair was gelled into a very famous duck boy hair style, a high maintenance cut with a v shaped that opened from the back making the hair from the side combed to form parallel section. His cerulean iris hidden amidst his perfect dark curly eye lashes looked very much familiar, It was no doubt she had seen this face before now.

You go down first okay" I added as I pull him off from the window When he finally walked out I stared at the window and raised my brows when I saw Oab standing, I even saw how shocked he was, I smirked and closed the window " HAAA, you can't do anything now," I said while pulling down the curtain I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, I stared at my face in the mirror I brushed my hair up and pointed my face to the mirror " woohoo, I'm such a perfect man, look at this and" I said as I pressed my abs, " this biceps and these pouty lips" I turned the shower and heater on.

He's seen movies where secrets were spilt in offices like this, maybe he would escape without saying much or maybe it actually worked the way it was shown, you can't control what you say. "This session is for thirty minutes, I know you understand," Macklemore explained, his jaw moving peacefully almost as though each time he spoke, he precisely placed them at a particular point not to exceed or go above them. His beards covered a major part of his face, leaving some part of his brown skin visible. Andre also found his curious black eyes disturbing, almost enough to put him off the edge. "So you have to get comfortable else it would be a waste coming here," I hope it was. Andre's subconscious

Samantalang sumunod naman si Jonas at umupo sa katabing upuan ko. "What kind of haircut do you want to have?" Bahagya pang natigilan ang babae dahil sa pintura sa buhok ko. Nilingon ko si Jonas at tahimik lang siyang nakatingin sa babae at sa buhok ko. Inaalam kung seryuso ba ako sa gagawin ko. I chuckled to his reaction. "Make it a shoulder length." "What? That short?!" Jonas exclaimed. This time I laughed.

at the moment. Beads of sweat were collected around Nathan’s forehead and there were drops of it trickling from his messy red hair with a taper fade haircut to his neck and dipping into his clothes. His eyebrow furrowed sharply into a glare as his intense ember eyes were dead set on the ball. His clothes were long drenched with sweat and Chris could see the muscular physique hidden underneath it. Nathan and Chris were about the same height. Nonetheless, Nathan was slightly shorter than Chris by two centimetres.

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

Leaving a fine scratch over one shoulder. Her shimmering gold hair had worked loose from the plait circling her crown and was now wild around her shoulders and waving along her flushed face in a feral tangle. The torn shoulder of the dress had caused one side of her bodice to dip enough it nearly exposed one ample breast. The pink crest nearly slipped over the bit of lace adorning it. The falling fabric left a fine dusting of freckles along the upper mound clearly visible. And he knew that deep in that hollow there was one soft pink mole. Every bit as delicate as the rest of her.

The tattoos along his back and arms shift slightly with every movement, like they’re alive, like they follow him instead of sitting on him. And then, glasses. I blink. “…You wear glasses?” He glances over his shoulder, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Sometimes.” I step in a little more, curiosity getting the better of me. “For what?” “Mild astigmatism,” he says, turning back to the stove. “Long hours, screens… makes it worse.” I nod slowly, even though he can’t see me. It’s such a small detail, but it makes him feel human.

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.

“You made it.” She pulls back and frowns at him, his six-five, broad-shouldered, muscular frame seems half-crushed. His pale blue eyes were watering gently as he looks at her, he blows his nose and gives her a soft smile. His dark brown hair with a few grey streaks is longer than normal and looks greasy like he hasn’t washed it for a few days. She pulls a strand to tuck it behind his ear, she looks at him confused,