روايات وقصص ضمن The Punisher Haircut

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.

I saw the reason why no woman could look away from him. His hair. It had been cut low. As much as I hated it, I loved this new look. The sides of his head were tapered, leaving a tuft of hair that lazily fell around his face. This accentuated his razor-sharp jaw and he looked younger; like a model walking out of a fucking swimsuit magazine.

I didn't want it to cause unwanted conflicts. "Done. Check it out." I turned his body in front of a human size mirror. I smiled upon seeing how I did. He looks neat and clean after a haircut that the gay stylist did for him. "You should have cut those hairs a long time ago. It made you look like a chimpanzee." Offended, he frowned at me from the mirror. I chuckled.

"Just shut up." Gunner glanced back up, and Khyle was beside him, hands balled inside his jacket pocket. How he'd gotten there without Gunner seeing him move was alarming. The guy was brighter than a traffic cone. Gunner's attention flew to the mess of orange locks, the only part of him that was apparently untrainable. It was a fantastic mess. It really was. So out of control and unstyled, yet it suited him to a tee. No matter how many ways Gunner looked at it, normal hair would never have looked right on the guy.

"Come here ma petite soeur" I giggle and run towards him. I hug him tightly and I sigh in relief when he return my embrace. That didn't took a minute because I immediately pulled away to look at him. I frown when I realize that he has a new haircut. His long mullet hair is now gone replace with his clean cut hair. "What happen to your hair?" I couldn't help to ask. "He was shot in the ear so he needs to cut his hair" the familiar playful tone of Pollux interrupted us.

"It looks like she attacked you with a lawnmower! Don't worry, sir. We are on your side!" Sebastian rubbed his temples. "Just cut it, Tony." Tony went to work. He was a master. He trimmed the sides short, blending the bald patch perfectly into a stylish fade. The long, gloomy hair was gone, replaced by a sharp, clean cut that highlighted Sebastian’s strong jawline and high cheekbones. He looked younger. Sharper. Like a bamboo shoot after the rain. "Done!" Tony announced proudly. Then he glared at Harper. Harper walked over, clapping. "Wow! Tony, you are a magician!"

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

She used to get startled by his desire to be naked but got used to it by now. "Your haircut!" she suddenly remembered. "Your barber fixed an appointment for you this evening. So don't forget," she walked closer. "You have long hair and your hairline is perfect too..." she wanted to touch his hair but held back her urges. "A classic pompadour hairstyle will suit you best...it will go well with your beard too..." "Pompadour, huh?" Jeremy asked, running his fingers through his hair. His barber always asks him to style his hair that way, but he'd refuse since he doesn't like to put much effort into styling his hair every day.

Sort of a playboy that dwells in an ancient man's body. A smile stretches up my lips. “You look…awful.” The grin he had was gone in an instant. His brows furrowed. “I asked for the best haircut…she said it was the best for tawny men.” He said as he bent his head, swirling his neck to give me a three-sixty degree turn. His haircut gave his hair a nice gradient, it was cut very low at the front and tapered to the sides and down his neck, waves form in a spiral at the center of his head, spreading down