Arthur Morgan Hairstyles Novels & Stories

What have I done to myself? The bell above the door tinkled. Morgan opened her eyes and lifted her head when she observed a tall, handsome and well-developed man wearing a dark gray topcoat. When he took off his cowboy hat, his short coal-black hair stayed in place. He nodded to her and proceeded to peruse the gallery. I guess I should use some of my marketing skills Sam reminded me I had. "Hello." Morgan strolled to him in front of the display of the small-framed black and whites. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Her eyes met his; beautiful brown eyes with gold flecks appeared fiery and her heartbeat quickened.

Arthur's natural hair color is brown, but he had to change his hair style and, consequently, his hair color. His hazelnut brown hair was dyed a dark purple mixture. Arthur changed his hairstyle to a crew cut in the front, top, and sides, with long hair in the back, giving him a complete image of a model, as he had always wished to be like one. Alexander resembles him so much, but Alexander has black hair. 'Well. I'll have to look into who she married, because if she didn't end up with Josh, her crush, then she most likely had a secret boyfriend of some kind for a long time.' Arthur reflected within himself.

"I'm serious, Anna. Let's go!" "Okay. But first, I need to use the restroom." "Really?" "Relax, he won't see you." She got up from her seat at the table right in front of me. "I'll be right back." I picked up my glass to hide my face. Mr. Morgan was sitting near the bar, wearing a black overcoat and gloves. His hair was perfectly styled. He didn't look like the drenched man who was in my apartment this morning. Whenever his hair was so well-groomed, I felt the urge to run my hands through it, to feel it between my fingers and pull it.

Relived with the incoming distraction, I then grab my coat, packing my hair in a bun as I step out. Few minutes later.... As I step into the cafe, bustling with people going in and out. I then search around looking for Morgan's familiar face then I spot an unexpected face. With a definitely new look, her once long glorious blonde mane now cut short in a bob. Her phony smile and look now replaced with a cool and collected unreadable expression. As my eyes meet hers she inclines her head indicating I come sit. “Oh Crap” “I'm supposed to meet Morgan here not her”I muster quitely , as I debate whether to proceed or just run back to my cave. Then I thought....

I noticed right away early this morning that Morgan looked different. Instead of wearing her hair up in a ponytail, she let hang free. It looked really good, like the kind of hair that I wanted to run my fingers through and get lost in the smell of it. That sounded kind of creepy, but there was just this draw towards her that I never felt before. I never gave her a second glance during high school, but now that I had there was a lot I missed out on.

After all, I only have one life. I combed through my hair and left for the kitchen with Morgan's shirt only reaching my mid-thighs. I nearly drooled at the sight before me. Morgan looked carefree and relaxed as he flipped the pancake on the fire. His movements were so natural. It felt as if he had been doing this forever. He was wearing an apron over a white shirt and sweatpants, with his usually meticulously combed hair looking slightly messy, but it added an indescribable wildness and charm to him.

and with that, she ended the call. Morgan sighed, he didn't know how he was supposed to explain to her. For weeks, he had noticed subtle changes in himself, something he couldn’t quite believe. Each morning, as he looked in the mirror, his black hair was no longer the same. Something more mysterious, something he couldn’t ignore no matter how he tried.

One side slit-up design brought out her leg. Her hair was made into wavy curves and fell down to the middle of her back. The hairstylist gave her a balayage hair dye. Now her hair color started with darker roots and gradually faded into a lighter, silver color at the ends, which was also the color of her dress. Morgana cried excitedly and rushed to hold her hands, “My god! Men at your packs are so damn lucky. They must all be crazy for you!” Aurora tugged at her dress with a bitter smile.

I would like to punch someone in the neck right now. “Phoebe, wait!” A body blocked my path. With an annoying grunt, I looked at the person. “Get out of my way!” This person peered down with a bright smile. His bright purple hair showed that he was definitely not a student of Westfalls High. Only highlights were allowed. “What’s up, slave?” “Morgan?” My voice rose in a shrill of surprise, drawing the attention of everyone in the corridor. Morgan giggled and popped a lollipop in his… er her mouth then placed an arm over my shoulder. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

“No, I’m not angry.” Hilda couldn’t help but feel amazed. It was like Arthur had a split personality. Over the past few days, she had forgotten that this caring man was once the mafia boss she had met at the top floor of a skyscraper. The one with green eyes… and a presence that could crush your spirit in seconds. Later, they stopped by a salon. Hilda’s hair had gotten too long and messy, so she decided to get it cut. The new style suited her so well that Arthur gave the stylist a huge tip. Peri called his mother pretty.