Bjorn Ironside Hair Novels & Stories

"How is he?" "Sound asleep. Expect him to wake up in 24 hours." James nodded. "Thank you." "It's fine—just doing my job," Irene replied and returned to her post. She left work early that day, since she had an appointment. Since there was still time, she visited a hairdresser… … Jeff Cartman was surprised. "Jane? Your hair…" Irene had dyed her hair blonde and had it permed. It was a far cry from her straight, smooth hairstyle from before.

And they had better hair back then, which was something Ruthie couldn't resist pointing out. "Wow," she gushed. "Hair really does change their look." Mom's blonde hair hung past her shoulders and Dad's light brown hair sported some serious waves. His thick sideburns looked so funny they made my lips twitch. I tapped on another man with layered blonde hair and a beard. "This is Uncle Ira. He owns the rec center where I worked, remember?"

He shut up. I took my hands to her hair, pulling the locks to the front of her shoulders. They were beautiful, silky, but they needed a cut. His strong face didn't match that hair size very well. He would be identical to a Hollywood star if the dark strands were at most to the back of the neck, besides that it would already be too much.

I adored his long hair and couldn't bear the thought of him chopping it off! David, on the other hand, had opted for a fresh new look, keeping his dirty blonde hair long on one side, adding layers and a sleek side shave on the other side. He looked sexy and hot, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with excitement as he showed off his new style. I loved it! I blushed staring at him and he knew.

Letisha Heast Carter My eyes fixated on him with an unwavering gaze, captivated by the peculiar blend of features that unfolded before me. His raven-hued locks shimmered like obsidian beneath the gentle embrace of the ambient light. But it was the audacious contrast of his eyebrows, resplendently dyed in a daring shade of blonde, that truly caught my attention, defying the conventions of conventional aesthetics. Intrigued, I couldn't help but ponder the enigmatic essence that emanated from his unique appearance.

Or at least I'm content with it. And lastly, we come to my hair. I keep it long and wavy, and I don't do "bangs". It's mostly one layer that I just brush back over my shoulders (or wear up in a ponytail, or braids.) It's black. Not quite raven black, but definitely dark enough that it would never be mistaken for brown.

Irene whispered. "I didn't see any as well..." Rose searched through Irene's hair, but she could not find any grey hair. "I guess my dad took the only gray hair you had." Irene chuckled. "What a coincidence! I only had one, and your dad happened to spot it." "I guess. My husband has great eyesight," Shea said with a smile. "Irene, do you feel like changing your hairstyle? We have a membership card, and Rose can take you there."

Getting out of bed, she headed to the bathroom for a shower. Once she had showered and wrapped herself in a towel, she stood in front of the mirror, inspecting her hair. During their shopping trip yesterday, Yvonne dragged her to a spa for a full-body treatment and manicure. Iris had impulsively decided to cut her long hair, opting for a fresh start. Her natural light brown hair was smooth even without treatment, with the ends curling slightly inward, giving her a youthful appearance. Stanley had always loved seeing her lying on the bed with her hair spread, often saying, "Seeing you with your hair down makes me really want you."

Not only that, her eyebrows had been neatened, her lashes had been tinted and her nails manicured. But most of all it was her hair that amazed her. No longer mousey and unmanageable, wheat-fair highlights had lifted the colour, it now had body, bounce and shape as its slight tendency to curl had been taken advantage of. ‘Like it?’ Mr Roger, the hairdresser, enquired. Irene swung her head and watched her hair sway elegantly. ‘It’s—I can’t believe it. But—’ she turned to him urgently ‘—I won’t be able to keep it looking like this!’

Despite that, I could somehow see through them. It was like he had nothing to hide, an open book. His eyelashes naturally were curled up and long. "Are his eyelashes that damn long? Jeez." I whispered to myself, but thankfully, the man couldn't hear. Light brown curls sprung out of his head while the sides presented a nice fade. His hair looked extremely soft. He must have a great conditioner. I would know. And, he was able to maintain it all. The rest of his face was no surprise.