Shoulder Length Hair With Glasses Novels & Stories

I quickly put on both heels and gasped. It was all meant for me. How is this even possible? Did he perhaps find Someone to take a sample of my size or something? I did a quick makeup on my face and dressed my hair and at last it fell down freely on my shoulders. Since the red dress was a shoulder off shoulder, letting my hair fall on my shoulder gave me a beautiful look.

I turned my head slightly, my eyes flicking towards the man who had just settled two stools over. He was tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, forearms inked in dark spirals that peeked out under the cuffs. His nape-length hair was messy in a sexy way, stray strands dipping over his forehead. Perched on his nose were a pair of nerdy glasses, and his eyes… My goodness, those eyes. Stormy blue. Haunted. Familiar in a way that made something inside me jolt like I'd forgotten how to breathe.

But the words died in my throat. He was tall, undeniably so with broad shoulders that filled out his tailored suit. His hair, a shock of pale blonde, fell artfully across his forehead, catching the dim library light like spun gold. His eyes, when they met mine, were a startling shade of sapphire blue, framed by long, dark lashes.

The tenderness and encouragement gazing back at her told her to keep going. Struggling to listen more intently, she glanced at his hair. She'd always loved the thick, raven strands, even more so now that he'd grown it out a bit. But he kept it in a ponytail at his nape. Rarely had she seen it down and she'd fantasized about running her fingers through it. Using her other hand, she gently pulled out the band and the shoulder-length strands fell around his face.

he asked his sister. She didn’t answer. She vanished behind a rack, sifting through hangers and reordering everything. “Thick. Neither straight nor curly,” he mused, circling me like a hawk. “Could go either way. But let’s talk length. No shorter than two inches below the chin. No longer than mid-back. Layers—gentle ones—could add dimension.” He glanced at Kiara. “And if she tries bangs? Disown her.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Kiara said with mock seriousness.

I pulled my hair tie, letting my hair fell on my back. I ran my fingers through my long hair. I have been thinking if I should cut my hair short. I want it to not reach my shoulder. I've never tried to cut my hair as short as that. Maybe I should ask for Vendrick's opinion about it. I know he loves my long hair and I think he will not like the idea. Or maybe I just let my hair as it is.

I was a bit shocked when I was ordered to dress scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead.

He was in awe. Her beautiful shiny auburn hair was highlighted with reddish golden hue which rippled down her shoulders in a long wave and a few tendrils were stuck near her forehead and framed her face in a cute and beautiful way. The hair covered and fell down till her pale and pearly gleaming shoulders, and definitely her hair was longer that the last time he had seen her. Framed by this spectacular halo of bright red hair and her natural beauty accentuated by the make-up which had been applied artistically and her face was positively sparkled with star powder and this was further glowing with her bright blue eyes and even blinding white bright smile.

I looked up and, with horror, stared at Drake. He was hunched over, his over six foot frame too tall for the van. He was thin, yet muscular. His brown hair was cut short and hair sprayed down so thickly it moved no more then a plastic Ken doll's. He glared at me from behind his black rimmed glasses.

He darted his gaze to me. He was just an inch taller than Hayden and he had shoulder-length hair which was slicked to the back with a gel whose pleasant smell filled my nostrils and a pair of grayish-green eyes with a nice jawline. He wasn't that muscular like Hayden but he looked quite handsome. Who was he? I thought to myself.