Arthur Morgan Hairstyles Novels & Stories

he suddenly said. "Really?" "I've met a lot of women but none of them intrigued me like you do. I like your choice of hair style by the way" he said. I found myself blushing furiously. For Ava Morgan, this was very strange. I didn't think I would ever meet anyone other than Keegan, who would turn me into a blushing mess. In preparation for my quest, I'd cut my hair to chin length and had dyed it rosy pink. My twin sister had been excited about it. She'd told me it brought out the sexy badass in me.

And just at that moment, Arthur suddenly spoke again. "If you can't recreate your hair like before, you never need to enter this room again." Hair? Nancy looked at her newly styled tangled hair from earlier today, only now realizing what he meant. She quickly ran outside. It was all because of her damn hair! "That's not my Demi, not anymore..." The door was forcefully closed, and Arthur sat on the sofa, muttering to himself. A limitless obsession began to take hold in his heart...

I can still smell his scent and apple-mint breath. Bell goes off for lunch, I rush to the photography-club room, where he wouldn’t find me. I should just keep myself busy. It should help keep him out of my head. I open my laptop and start scrolling through the picture of the members of the club. So far, I’ve gotten twenty students to apply, and most of them are crushing on Arthur. I knew having him in the club would mean more members. It’s so crazy how one guy can attract these much attention. He has my attention too.

He states. "You're wolf is majestic. I felt safe around him." I sigh and tilt my head backwards. "I still don't know what to name my wolf, and don't you dare say Canisa." I warn and he lets out a chuckle. I don't think he knows how sexy that is. "How about Lupita?" he says "That sounds like Aaron's wolf's name." I state. "Morgan. Short for Morgana." He says and I smile, nodding at him.

"With Morgan, it was comfortable, familiar. Hot, intense and love. With Honey, it's—" His words were cut short as the café door swung open. Morgan stood in the entrance, dramatically removing oversized sunglasses, her blonde hair swept into an elegant updo. She wore a form-fitting white dress that emphasized her slender figure, no sign of a pregnancy. But he hadn't expected it. "Right on time," Nate murmured. Morgan spotted them and made her way over, her expression shifting to irritated when she noticed Nate. "I thought this was a private conversation," she said, sliding into the chair Grayson pulled out for her.

"Surprised to see me? Or surprised by new appearance?" Athena couldn’t find her voice, her mind racing with questions. There are indeed quite a few changes from Arthur's appearance. His long hair is gone and replaced with a new, more attractive cut. His jaw was completely clean. And the most different thing is, there is no longer the dragon tattoo that used to adorn the man's neck. Shaking her head, Athena then tried to wake up from her reverie. She realized she couldn't linger on admiring the man's good looks especially since she was currently in the office and surrounded by several employees.

Besides, she knew Alaric would never agree to cut his hair, not that she wants him to, anyway. When the stylist was done, Mariah couldn’t believe her eyes. Alaric’s snow-white hair was now in a neat ponytail and as he stood up, coupled with his dressing, he definitely looked like a celebrity. Even the stylist couldn’t help by whistling and slowly saying, “damn.”

The first thing I saw was the hair. One thing Morgan always did was make sure I hated my black hair as much as possible. Everyone loved Morgan for many reasons, but one that stood out was her hair. It was a bob, but it was, according to them, the perfect shade of blonde. One time, we were at a launch party for dad, and a woman remarked;

Then, Artemis appeared right behind Ares and the goddess gasped as Ares knelt clutching her chest, until the next second she could see the god of war vomiting blood. The gleaming golden scepter in Morgan's hand caught Artemis' attention as it arrived on the battlefield. Even with Ares who never left his sight. The goddess trembled, Morgan who had always been an invisible god and did not want to be seen by anyone stood not far from Ares who looked like he was dying. She stood straight with her blue hair blowing in the wind, Artemis felt the wind so strange that it pricked her skin. Just ahead, Artemis could see Morgan's stature, which was more gallant and noble than any god. His straight eyeb

“Morgan is a killer. Takes no prisoners, doesn’t care about steps. Doesn’t care about the other person. He will do whatever it takes and if he can avoid a fight just by outright killing them, he will. He never trained Auri because he never wanted that mentality to rub off on her. He wanted her to value strength.” Just then, Morgan stepped forward and landed three quick hits. One to the shoulder, waist and left knee, Auri went down. She was on all fours, breathing heavy into the grass. I watched as she balled up her first and slammed it into the ground, frustrated. Getting up, I opened up the back door and nodded to Morgan. He nodded back, setting his sword down on one of the chairs. “Why not