Urban Ranger Haircut Novels & Stories

His face was now somewhat turned towards her and she could see his tanned and well-toned upper torso glistening in the splendour of the moon. His hair still hung heavy in his face and Everest was pretty sure the intruding stranger had to be from the ranch house or something. When the said guy raised a thickly biceped hand to brush his hair out of his face, Everest just couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped quickly enough. It was that scary, rude head rancher from earlier. What the. . .? Everest wanted to find a hole in the water to bury herself in. Now she was in a deep fix.

I faced the main view of the University and my eyes squinted at the towering old arc that bore the words "Polaris University." I was wearing a simple t-shirt, pants, and rubber shoes, which helped ease my nerves with their comfortable feel. I let my hair loose, which I only decided to cut last week. When I left the hospital, it was very long, thick, and black, and it was starting to weigh me down, so I decided to have it cut. I was planning to have a short haircut as a new beginning for my journey outside the hospital, but my aunt objected. She couldn't bear to see my beautiful hair go to waste. I had no choice but to agree when she brought a hairstylist to our house. She left it up to me to

I enter the bathroom carrying the chair after I hear the water shut off. The space is small, but he can sit down and I can move around him if I wiggle a bit when I need to move in front of him. I grab a comb out of the same drawer that holds the scissors and take a chunk of his hair between my fingers. Slowly, I untangle the wet mess. His hair is a light brown, though right now it appears much darker because of the water dripping off of it. The tangles make it difficult to work the comb through, but I take my time and enjoy being this close. I breathe in his scent and I would swear my wolf purrs. Finally, I move in front of him. He doesn't shut those gorgeous eyes, which have gone from dark

He steps forward without thinking. She opens her arms, wide and familiar. Ryan bends completely to hug her, folding himself down to her height. She wraps her arms around his neck, squeezing tight, and then slaps the back of his head. “When are you going to get a haircut?” she snaps, voice sharp and affectionate all at once. “You look unruly, like someone who hasn’t bathed since his mama stopped scrubbing him. No wonder you haven’t found a mate. Who would want such a dirty wolf?”

Not mine. I paused at the L-shaped couches adjacent to each other. The coffee table in the middle held two photo frames. The first one was of his mother before she had him and the other was of him and her on their first outing together. One look and people could tell they were related. They shared the same color hair. Orange hair that seemed as if it glowed all day round. Orange from the roots which transitioned into yellow at the end. Ryder kept the sides and back groomed low while the long top gelled back. His mother’s allowed her wavy curls to flow. The omega’s beauty shone in the photo. Anyone would understand why Ryder’s father dated her.

I then glanced at my wristwatch. "6:45" I read, it's too early. Fasting it forward, we ate breakfast, brushed our teeth, took a bath, and wore our very own uniform. I just finished combing my hair in front of the mirror when the three idiots showed up. "Don't say you're going to work with that plain hair?" Rald, counselling me as he pointed my hair, who cares? I frowned at him, giving him a small glare. I noticed his black hair was waxed up towards the sky, he looks like a teenager from the 19s, Char.

As my turn comes, Ethan gets busy with some drawings that a staff gave him. They suggested to highlight my hairs but I didn't wanted to experiment anything. So I just got haircut. I make sure that my hairs are neither too short nor too long in length. And in the end it reaches to the little lower to the middle of my back with slight curls at the end. Ethan kisses my hairs after he looks at me. His hairs are dark brown color just like Lucas. We come back to house and start decorating the backyard with floral arrangements. Some of Emma's co-workers helps us too.

The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist. Vektor's had his entire hair chomped off but left two lines from the front and a patch in the middle, almost at the back of his head, but not quite. Everything was packed up at the patch to give off a high ponytail finish. I also noticed that in this pack, they didn't look as hungry as Max's people but the difference wasn't huge either. They didn't just look like crazy mad warriors, they resonated with me like mad warriors who didn't care at all about living. They seemed like people who were totally dedicated to

Alex Waking up later than usual, I scratch my long beard and look in the mirror. I’m not so bad, I say to myself. At 6’4”, I’m taller than most men and thanks to my hockey background I have a solid foundation of thick muscles. Those boys had no business calling me ‘Quarter Pounder’ last night, I work out nearly every day. My hair is starting to turn silver, but the salt and pepper isn't bothering me. I could use a haircut though. Going into the playoffs, the team agreed this year to refrain from cutting their hair or beards in a superstitious ritual. This was the first year I played along, letting my locks go wild. Considering our victory, I guess I’ll be growing it out next year, as

Laney gave a small wave and headed out the door. Amerie smiled after her then followed Allen around the office to meet the other rangers. She met Matt, a tall man with long blond hair pulled into a bun; Casey, a short, energetic woman with kind eyes; Tyler, a stocky man about her height with shoulder-length black hair; and Maya, a curly haired woman just an inch shorter than Amerie with a powerful athlete build that seemed wise beyond her years.