The Punisher Haircut Novels & Stories

My guards looked suprised at the fact that I was laughing wholeheartedly . " What's your favorite color ? I asked and he turned to me . " Black " he said with a smirk and I laughed . " He's really a Deluca " I said to myself . We did a lot of shopping and I took to get an hair cut and he said he wanted my style of hair cut . I looked at him with a smile. " I don't think your mom would appreciate that " i said and he pouted . " Please ... preety please" he said and I looked at the barber .

She was perplexed at what he was doing. “Seems like they could use some moisturizers and lotions. Don’t worry, pub. I am here at your services today.” He made a bow and dragged her to one of the chairs. She was so baffled that she could not speak anything. She just kept looking at him with wide eyes while he got busy instantly. He first started with her hair. His hands were moving so quickly. Before she could process anything, her hair was cut by half. She gasped looking at the poor stands falling on the floor. She had been growing out her hair because the head of the strippers instructed her to do so. She had told her that men loved long hair, so she had to grow out her hair.

He answers, feeling a little happy with himself. He is wearing khaki trousers and a white polo on top, his hairstyle has changed and his hair is now rearing a low cut, unlike the afro I've known him with in the last few months. On his face shows unshaved stubble which doesn't suit him at all but I let that be to avoid an argument. Only the heaven knows the facial style he's going to try keeping next.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his pettiness. "Scaredy cat!" I teased, pouting my lips; watching his face tense, he was clearly trying to work through some inner thoughts. Letting my eyes scan over his body, I sucked in air softly; he was incredibly handsome! Model handsome! His hair seemed to change colour from dark blonde to light brown. However, the gold shimmers that caught the light never dulled. How he styled it reminded me of a TV series I had seen: Peaky Blinders — with the sides cropped short, he looked both fierce and sexy.

To an outside observer it looks like I'm caressing my dead lover. In reality, I'm searching for clues. Brushing back his hair from his face, I noticed something I probably wasn't meant to see. The first half inch of his hair is darker and straighter than the rest with a few strands of gray that end suddenly. This man, whoever he had been, has dyed, permed hair. Hunter has never chemically treated his hair. He doesn't need to.

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

I became irreplaceable. My first official summons came after I single-handedly built a new arms-smuggling route. I used the victory as an excuse to host a celebration. I never expected him to attend. That night, he leaned against the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand and raised it toward me through the crowd. I knew it at once. This was my opening. I pursued him without restraint. I gifted him a rare antique revolver, engraved with my initials along the grip. I gave him custom cufflinks, each gemstone concealing a microtracker.

Well, except for our hair! I didn’t have time or money to go to a barber, so it had been Victor’s sister who last cut my hair with a blunt trimmer. The other guy looked like he regularly saw a hairstylist, and to be honest, my wolf sort of snickered at his man-bun.

A river of peace washed over her and she realized how troubled and worried she had been. “Haven't seen you for years,” he said into her ear. She smiled and turned around to see his face. Her smile faltered. “Did you get a haircut?” she asked immediately, her eyes roaming over his now shaved hair. It was a buzz cut that fitted him well but still, she didn't quite like it. She had never seen him without his hair. “Last minute decision. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you first.” She chuckled. “It's fine. You don't need permission from me to cut your own hair.”

I utter with a grin as I ask, “Aside from painting what do you love doing?” “Punishing people.” He replies with a light shrug of his shoulders. That's what earned him the nickname ‘The Punisher’ in the Bratva. I've seen him torture someone once, I got tortured by him and I can say that he's brutal and unhinged when inflicting pain. “I'm one of those people. What was your first impression of me?” “Well,” He begins in a meaningful voice. “I received a tip that I was going to possibly get killed by a sniper at the wedding.”