Urban Ranger Haircut Novels & Stories

It clashed with his neon pink t-shirt, just like he liked it. "You know," Michael started putting on his safety equipment, "you could use a haircut too. It must be a pain tying your hair back all the time." Rayan’s hair was currently tied back in a bun. "It's so hard to find someone who can cut curly hair though, and haircuts are expensive. It’s cheaper to tie it back." "The alphas are going to think you're a lady." "Look who's talking." "This is fashion! My followers dig it!"

He walked up to Hayden and said, "You want another whuppin?" Hayden stood about 6 feet and was built like a fine-tuned athlete. Ranger was at least 6'3" and a former linebacker at State U until he blew out his knee. Ranger knew how to intimidate. Hayden wouldn't back down. "How about we make it worthwhile? Say 20 bucks per team." "You're on, buddy boy."

Santa Ana or not, at least he would start this day off cool. He toweled off quickly, leaving his newly shortened hair damp. The ponytail was gone, sheared off a few days ago by a young Asian girl at a franchise salon two blocks from his apartment. He combed his short, thick locks straight back, then lathered his face and shaved. Very respectable looking, he thought after rinsing his face and checking himself in the mirror. Not at all frightening—just an everyday kind of guy. He padded back into the bedroom and completed the look by donning a pair of gray walking shorts and a loose-fitting blue and orange Hawaiian print shirt just wild enough to make any tourist proud.

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

Just as we get to the sparring area I hear the most obnoxious sound hit my ears. “I see I’m just in time for the best part,” says Ryker. Damn, and my morning was going so well. I’d say he was good looking, but I’m so repulsed by his personality that I find him physically unattractive. He’s 6’1”, black hair that’s ear length in the middle but he keeps it slicked back with the sides of his head are shaved. He has dark brown eyes, pale skin and is moderately toned. He has a few tattoos on his left arm but even his tattoos seem obnoxious.

Does one wear make up on a hike? I chopped my hair into a bob before the wedding, it’s just above my shoulders now. I’ve never had this short before. I tie my hair into a ponytail. The hair at the back fall out. It’s too short at the back now, so I pull out a couple of pieces, so it looks messy on purpose not because it’s too short. Grabbing a hoodie in case it gets a little cold later and I’m ready. Ryan’s on the sofa watching tv. Walk up to him. “I’m ready…” I tell him.

They all looked perfect, smart, and confident. Nobody had paid any attention to River. She was the only one who did not seem to fit well there. Though her clothes were not shabby, however, they were not as classy as theirs. Maybe they didn’t find her attractive enough or maybe the reason was, she was dressed as a guy. She had chopped her long Raven hair off and now the soft waves reached her shoulders. Her friend Keanu had told her that nowadays boys were keeping long hair.

I said. “Any friend of Garren’s is a friend of ours,” Mildred said. Her black hair was pulled back into tight braids. Her skin was dark and free from any scars Her left ear pierced like Garren’s. Her grey eyes swirled with flakes of gold. “We look forward to tracking down Ryuu for you. So incredible that you got to meet her.” Hunter said. He was just as tall as Garren, but he wasn’t as built. His hair was completely shaved, and a tattoo of a dragon skull went up the side of his head. Scars painted his honey skin like tattoos. I noticed his left ear was also pierced. It must be some kind of form of honour once you are accepted as a warrior.

I couldn't wait to learn more. The thick sound of a throat clearing broke the silence and the ranks of the Gaius pack parted, a wolf much taller than the others stepping forward. His hair was cut short, with more length on top of his head. It was a brilliant blonde, shining in the sunlight between the trees. It was lighter on top, darker at the roots. It was so brilliant it almost looked alive. He had the smallest amount of stubble on his sharp jaw, like he hadn't shaved during his journey. His shoulders were strong, I could tell as much from the way they filled out his dark grey shirt.

Patrick takes a seat in his respective place with his tablet and I deny before doing the same. As long as she's entertained it's fine, I'd rather she be this angry ignoring the world and not paying attention to what's going to happen. "Give some to Angela and d******d some movies for her." “I already did, Herr. We took off twenty minutes later. I get ready in the section getting my ammunition ready and brush my hair with my fingers in front of the mirror so that it is well accommodated. My clear eyes highlight the green of them and I inspect my beard, I have it short, a certain lady did not like that I have a long beard and she forced me to cut it. I still keep that habit even though she's n