روايات وقصص ضمن Urban Ranger Haircut

She just walked away from him He blocked her path again.. "Have you lost your mind huh? are you trying to get me hurt?" She yelled, irritated he chuckled in response, moving his horse aside "Not at all princess..just trying to make sure my wife doesn't leave me It would be very hard without her around..." Aurora bit her lower lip..her anger was rising and she felt her eyes burning. "Okay... okay" He got down from the horse, that way Aurora saw Ryan very clearly.. His haircut was different, his hair was shorter making him more attractive, his skin was tanner and his smile brighter...it almost took her breath away...

He goes to grab me, and my beast jumps, kicking off his chest and flipping back away from him in front of my pack. I look at all the guys as my beast relaxes, giving me back my control. One has blood all over the front of his shirt from his nose, which is now healed. His hair hangs loose with curls down to his midsection. One has dirt and ash all over the front of his shirt. His hair is shorter all around but is slightly longer on top; it is neatly styled to be a little messy. The third has buzzed sides fading up to hair that is spiked up messily, but it suits him. The last one stands with a perfect pearly white smile, and I lock eyes with him. The sides of his hair are short, and the top is

she said sincerely, her appreciation evident in her eyes. Ruan, with his signature sass, responded, "I know," with a playful flip of his imaginary hair off his shoulders, a gesture that suited his stylish boy cut haircut, accentuating his facial features and adding a certain allure to his appearance. "About your current job, are you planning to go in tomorrow?" he inquired.

he said. I didn't answered back. I entered in one room. Okay, let's get our skin treated. It's been a while I did derma. I usually do my own skin care routine at house. ~~ Raven POV "What haircut do you want, sir?" "An undercut, please," I see my reflection on the mirror. Eve is right, my hair is a bit long. She doesn't see me fresh. I should look fresh. It took an almost thirty minutes in doing my hair. I wonder what Everleigh is doing. What's in that room?

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.

He nodded in a greeting. "How can I help you?" He went straight to the point. Good. I didn't have time to play around. I glared up at his face. He had dark skin, made an unnatural shade darker due to being in the sun. His black eyes sat under his bushy brows that were furrowed in confusion while he scrutinized my face. He had a buzz cut, not helping to hide his large ears that stuck to far out. He spat at the ground, the color of it a nasty brown. A result of chewing tobacco. I glowered his direction before turning and putting my glare on the other men around us. Guns in their hands. They flinched away from me, caught eavesdropping. They all spun around, starting conversations, whistling, or

“Like, completely bald? Or are we talking a buzz cut?” “Bald,” Ryan repeats. “All of it. Gone.” The barber, a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair named Joe, sets down his clipper and crosses his arms. “You got some sort of condition I need to know about? Cancer? Alopecia?” “No,” Ryan says. “I’m fine. I don’t need a pity session. Just shave my head.” Joe hesitates, then shrugs. “It’s your hair, man. But you’ve got great hair. Thick. Full. You sure you wanna waste it?”

Wolves have sensitive hearing as it is, but my auditory capabilities are not what anyone would call normal. “We should take her back to ours, at least until we know if they were after her or if they came here for you.” Ranger gives me his signature lopsided, goofy grin as he thrusts a pair of shorts into my hands. After a few too many unexpected shifts, we always keep a large supply of shorts in all of our cars. Don’t want to get caught with our cocks out again. That shit is hard to explain away.

Ryan looked at himself in the bathroom. He had been so stuck in his boring life he had not taken notice of how handsome he really looked. He hardly look himself in the mirror for long as all he does was practicing how to shift into a more fierce wolf. But now that he had a human job to handle, he really needed to look very good. He had waxed and shaved, brushed, combed, lotioned and every other thing he forgot to do for a very long time and he was really looking good.

Chris pursed his lips as he asked, “How’s the review of surveillance videos coming along?” “Boss, I cannot steal Web Rider’s thunder, or he will skin me alive.” Night Rider scratched the back of his head. “Right you are...” Web rider walked in flamboyantly as if on cue. His appearance was a contradiction to all the other shadow guards. He had a strip of hair through the midline about 5cms wide and 3cms long that was dyed green, like a parrot’s tuft while the rest of his head was shaved clean. His clothing was just as ridiculous. He wore a bright magenta leather jacket and pants.