Shoulder Length Hair With Glasses の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

Despite it being off shoulder, there is silver crystal encoded single straps on each shoulder, supporting the dress as a while. Just below her mediastinum, the dress was cinched together, accentuating her extremely slim waist before it falls open from the hips downward. Her hair that was in a ponytail, she had removed the band, letting the hair fall, framing the side of her face. The curly dark brunette hair accentuated the look as a whole, making it extremely perfect. Even with glasses...believe me when I say the glasses topped the look. It gave her the look of this extremely smart, yet stunning woman that one would want to be like…a true power and boss lady.

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.

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.

Her make-up was done impeccably, including a shade of red lipstick that he had never seen on her, and more eye-liner than she normally wore. And perched on her nose was a pair of over-sized "secretary glasses" that made her look studious and very sexy, at the same time. Since Crystal didn't wear glasses or contacts, it was one of the things that threw him off, at first. The other thing was her hair.

And they were worlds beyond what I could achieve with my hands alone. A little about myself here. Like I said, I'm eighteen. As for how I look, my hair is rich, golden blonde. Most of the time, I keep it loose, and it hangs just below my shoulder blades. It's mostly straight, with just a hint of waviness to it, so it's easy to work with. Sometimes I tie it up in a bun. I have bright amber eyes, and my face is round, although my cheekbones are high, so it makes it look more ovular. I'm 5'3", which put me at the middle-to-lower spectrum of height compared to my classmates. My body is relatively fit, with wider hips and a round rear (please don't ever refer to my ass as a "bubble butt", or I'll