Bjorn Ironside Hair Novels & Stories

I asked since he mentioned him not snitching on him to their parents. “Yeah.” His voice was calmer now. “He’s back.” We eased onto the bed, with Kairos resting his head on my lap as he lay on his back, his eyes on mine. We both smiled at each other without meaning to the moment our eyes met again and I brushed his hair back from his forehead. I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he managed his hair. Kairos’s hair was long, silky, and thick. It flowed past his shoulders and stopped mid-back, and it was unnaturally perfect. Each strand was smooth as if it had never seen a tangle.

Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder. A small, dangling lock of hair on the sideburn area added a touch of whimsy to her overall look. The contrast between the black roots and the blue-tipped hair was a subtle yet intriguing detail. Her skin, a radiant, icy white, seemed almost translucent in the soft light, as if infused with the same crystalline purity as the frozen palace around us.

I asked. " What should I do like hairstyle?" She asked. " Something different," I said. She agrees and invites me to sit down. She starts combing my dark brown hair. " Why do you like tying your hairs, you have beautiful hairs you know?" Ivy compliment me " I love it when my hair looks simple." " Um, am going to make a long braid on one side because in the middle is a little bit classic even if you like simple things." " You do as you feel"

I went behind Ardyn, using my larger hands to gather the longer parts of his stupidly messy hair as I tried to tie it up. Ardyn had a wolf cut hairstyle going on, and while I wasn't a fan, he looked adorable and like a baby model at the same time with it so I wasn't one to complain. The back of it was comfortably covering half his nape now, and the front and middle part were well passed his eyes. His hair was really full too, so he usually just left most of it sticking at any way with a clear parting so he could see without having hair in his face.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his pettiness. "Scaredy cat!" I teased, pouting my lips; watching his face tense, he was clearly trying to work through some inner thoughts. Letting my eyes scan over his body, I sucked in air softly; he was incredibly handsome! Model handsome! His hair seemed to change colour from dark blonde to light brown. However, the gold shimmers that caught the light never dulled. How he styled it reminded me of a TV series I had seen: Peaky Blinders — with the sides cropped short, he looked both fierce and sexy.

The uniformed chauffeur, his face etched with professionalism, escorted me down the pier towards a magnificent cabin cruiser, its polished hull gleaming under the afternoon sun. Awaiting me on the deck was the enigmatic Mr. Anderson. His attire was relaxed and informal—a pair of vibrant blue shorts and dark sunglasses shielded his eyes from the sun's glare. His body was a testament to countless hours spent under the sun, a deep, all-over tan that contrasted sharply with the thick mane of grey hair that adorned his chest. This sight stirred an undeniable attraction within me, a testament to my inexplicable fondness for men with such abundant hair.

Dana nodded “Anything else?” “Yeah… your hairstyle is ugly too!” “Would you tell me something serious if I change my hairstyle?” Dana laughed. “Okay.” Irene was curious; she had never seen Dana in any other style. Dana pulled the pin from her knot and her hair rolled down. “You… your…” Irene stared at the long silky strands. Dana flicked her hair to one side with hand and sat down. “Now your end of the bargain.” “I …” Irene bit her lips and muttered “Don’t like your kind.”

I retorted as she heaved a deep sigh. I closed my eyes, listening to the shuttling sounds of my hair falling off my head, this is more like a sacrifice for my brother, he wouldn't even recognize me as his brother once he seems me without my locks, everyone basically knows me with my locks so I guess this was a new look as Irene mentioned. "Almost done" Irene uttered in a circle of minutes, I felt the scissors close to my jaw. Trying hard not to open my eyes, I just hoped that it was good look and not a hideous one.

Iris chuckled at the surprised expressions on their faces. Yes, it's me. Why? Have I changed so much?" She asked all at once. Serena nodded in agreement. "Yes, very much. Is this a wig?" She asked, and when Iris shook her head in response, she asked again, "When did you grow your hair this long? And it's good you dyed it blonde." Iris chuckled and replied, "The black hair was the wig." "I love your natural hair better," Barbara said admiringly, happy to see Iris in a better mood than yesterday.

I was a bit shocked when I was ordered to dress scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead.