Novel & Cerita The Punisher Haircut

"What can I say? I've missed you." A gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lip. "I've missed you, too." She ran her fingers in his light brown hair. He used to keep it short and neat, but now he'd allowed it to grow some. Skylar had never realized how beautifully wavy his hair was. Along with the blond highlights, it made his appearance vastly different. His left brow was pierced with a silver barbell; again, giving him a very different look. A bad-boy look. A rebellious look. No doubt, intentionally, she thought.

"Huh? Any particular style? Color?" Since Mateo wanted polish. I would give him that. Cutting my hair... it feels like I'm preparing for a role I don't really want to play. But maybe if I look the part, I can get through this night without falling apart. Maybe it'll help me pretend, just for a little while longer, that I'm not leaving. "Short. Bob length. And... dark auburn. Something bold." Penelope smiled. "We can do that."

I just needed it gone. The long, dark locks that used to fall into his eyes when he laughed, the hair I used to run my fingers through in the dark—it fell into the sink in thick, wet clumps. I cut it down until it was nothing but a rough, uneven buzz cut, revealing the jagged white scar near his temple from some old street fight he’d never told me about. "You look different already," I whispered, rubbing the harsh chemical bleach through the short bristles of his hair. "Make it quick," he grunted, his eyes closed tight against the sting of the fumes. "This stuff smells like battery acid."

he said, his calm voice laced with quiet menace. I approached cautiously and squatted in front of him. His hand ran through my hair, his eyes dark with disapproval. He hated my new haircut, but I loved it. When Nikolai chopped off half my hair, he thought he was punishing me. Instead, he’d given me a gift.

thick, dark hair. “Is this your real hair color?”, he asked. “Yes, why?” “No, it’s just looked perfect with your skin until I thought that it is a touch-up.” I chuckled. “Nah, I’m not that perfectly groomed until I gotta touch up my roots every few weeks. I bet you never have to, your hair color is way more perfect.” “Done that a few times, actually. I had to be a platinum blond guy once during a film, and a few months of shooting with constant triple-hair-root-bleaching were… scaldingly painful.”

Yeah, he was screwed because his dick suddenly liked the club. Clint Eastwood was on his own. Shiloh smiled at him and gave him a once over. His shoulder length hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, the sides and back of his head, along with his scruff were all at least one day past needing a trim. Working in the fab shop as both a welder and forger kept him in shape and the tight light gray t-shirt showed off his muscles. Pagan smiled back at her as he placed his beer on the table. “Hi. Love the hair.”

“Maybe I want to look like a hooligan,” he answered sulkily. “You’re here for a reputation makeover,” Liam said. “I don’t think hooligan is what we were going for.” “So what are you going to do, just shave it all off?” “Yeah, nah,” Mia said. “If you think you look like a hooligan now, you’d look like an axe murderer with a buzz cut.” She stepped closer to him, angling him so he could see himself in the large mirror that filled an entire wall like a dance studio. “We’ll just take this ratty hair off the back and blend it up with the longer hair on top. Ideally, I like to see you with an undercut, but you need to grow some hair back before we can do that. In the meantime, we’ll go high and tig

She stood in front of him with long hair cascading down her back, a stark contrast to the short haircut he remembered her having. He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled over him as he took in her unfamiliar appearance, wondering how she was able to grow her hair out so quickly when she had chopped it off just weeks ago in order to be taken seriously as a cop. He could still vividly remember how she had cried to him that no one was taking her seriously at work, despite the fact that she was promoted, and without thinking, he had suggested that she find a way to become one of the ‘boys’. Unfortunately, his dumb twin had taken his lame advice a little too seriously and had chopped

She asked me. "Yup", I feel like I want to do something too. We finished up our manicures and pedicures and then went to one of the best salons. She had flowing black hair which she traded for a pixie cut, that resembled Tokyo from Money Heist in season 3, and then dyed it platinum blonde. She looked really good.

This signaled the bartender to look in our direction. I gasped when his eyes met mine. He looked like a guy in his early twenties, and good-looking too. Like Peter, he had shoulder-length hair. The only difference was that he had auburn hair. Another thing I noticed was that his hair was tied in a ponytail. It was very unusual for a man to have such hair color, but that didn’t make him any less beautiful. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that made his muscles visible to everyone and a bandana on his head. He looked like a member of a motorcycle gang, if you were to ask.