Arthur Morgan Hairstyles Novels & Stories

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....

Releasing her grip on his hair, she stepped back in disbelief. "You dare to talk back to me? That too in such a manner" Her astonishment was palpable. Unbelievable. Arthur calmly ran his hand through his hair, attempting to arrange it as best as he could. "I will not apologize for speaking my mind. I have come to realize that, no matter what I do or say, you will always find a reason to hate me, to hurt me. So, why should I hold back?" "You swine!" Agitated Morgana slapped him once more. Her silver eyes receded, giving way to the dominance of her red eyes. "I would turn you to real swine if not for one thing!"

Her hair was arranged in a messy bun, with long strands of hair covering the side of her face artfully, giving the impression of a simple and careless updo. Arthur had opted for a dark blue Armani suit, to match her lavender dress. The suit was his typical signature look, making her wonder if his wedding outfit would be similar to all the other outfits that he dons to work. Arthur always looks good in whatever he is wearing, needing very little effort to make himself presentable and tonight is no different.

I said, and immediately, a long and disapproving face appeared on his face. It was either I go down to the Salon and get my hair done, or don't do anything at all... Seeing my nonchalant behaviour, Derek volunteered to go down to the salon with me, because next to it, was a barbing salon. ... Morgan didn't want to come with us, because he has important sessions with his new combat teacher. And so, we left immediately after breakfast... Gena has been my family's oldest hair stylist, she styled my mom before her untimely demise from the world, and since then, I don't usually want to frequent in the same place my mom goes to make her hair..

“So, wait, you’re staying with Aris?” “Yeah,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice low even though I might be the first person to take an interest in this section of the archives in like a thousand years. I balance the heavy books, standing on my toes to peer over the shorter shelves toward the lamplight that seems like it’s leagues away. “It wasn’t my decision.” “Tell me again about this Morgan chick. She sounds awful.” “She’s… gorgeous. Tall and lean, you know, like the models in your fashion magazines.”

he muttered. I turned around to thank the girl named Morgan, but as soon as I saw her, my voice left me. She was so pretty, she looked like a doll. Her uniform was styled as if she were a model, an unbelievable fashion sense for a girl in grade six. The best, though, was her pink hair. I had never seen pink hair before. It suited her, though, like she was a magical pixie. “Hey, Morgan,” a male voice called. “Hi Paul, Hi Nathan,” Morgan called back.

Your head was just a piece of cake! ‘’Can you please stop naming my head! I mean in a minute it just changed from a rock to a cake!’’ We laugh. Something about Morgan was really different. All his brothers had Black hairs but he had this shiny Golden hairs. I didn’t notice it earlier. But now that he was sitting closer and facing me, I could see that he was really charming and cute. ‘’Just a random question, do you sisters ever fight over who the most beautiful one is?’’

Arthur was doing his Student Council duties perfectly fine— so fine that he was able to always finish his duties two hours before the end of the school day, giving him two extra hours to play with his games— but outside of the Student Council Office, he was still that playboy, flirty, computer geek and jerk student that some students loves and some of the students hates. All of a sudden— as cliche as it is— the door banged open and there was Arthur, trying to catch his breath. “Oh, speak of the devil.” Excami muttered out as she looked behind her. Though, Arthur was looking a bit different today. He was not wearing his usual hoodie but was dressed in a winter coat; his headphones were nowher

“I hope so. She whispered. “I know so.” Morgan suddenly reached out and touched my hair. “Why do you straighten it now?” I gave her a slight scowl. “Do you not remember all the things you would say about my curls?” I asked her. She looked at me with a guilty smile. “I did bring you something, actually. I saw it when I was shopping. It is meant to help tame your curls. I never thought you should hide them. I’d have loved your curls, Bai. I got the boring straight hair from Dad.”

"Morgan, you... you are too bullying! Am I your puppet? Am I your servant girl?" Morgan didn't expect that the woman would cry suddenly. Her appearance can be described as miserable. Her hair was in a mess, a few hairs fell down on both sides of her cheeks, and her small face was covered with sweat and tears. The eyelashes and eye shadow are all glued around the eyes, like a clown.