Carlos Sainz Hair Novels & Stories

After that, he brought her to a hair salon. "Mr. Santiago, what would you like me to do to her hair?" The hairstylist stood behind Cynthia as she inquired. With his legs crossed, Santiago sat behind them and peered at Cynthia's hair. Then, he said, "Give her a hair treatment, but leave her hair color alone. Trim the ends. That's all." Cynthia let out a sigh of relief. Her long hair was one of the assets she was most proud of. She was a little worried that he wanted her to chop it all off.

I beam and there the man of my dreams walks onto the stage and there is a big uproar. You may think Hinn Carlos was a man in his thirties, but no, he should be in his early twenties, and to be specific since I have done a lot of research on him after laying eyes on him that blessed first day. Hinn Carlos is a twenty-three-year-old handsome man with a brow nicely cut hair, long lashes and sharply pointed nose, his eyes were grey and he has a well built muscular body and his shape is superb fitting that of a model. He attends a school in the city named Larry High, my dream school but it was way too expensive and I just have to shut my lips about it and attend the one I could. Anyways, Hinn is

Diego replied with a suspicious look on his face. “I’ll drop you home Valentina.” Diego said pulling me with him as he walked. We got into the car, there was music playing on the car stereo. An Juice world song, it’s nice to see that he has not fully lost every part of himself. “You should dye your hair blonde. Don Carlos seems to like blonde haired girls.” He said staring straight ahead. “I can’t do that before the evening and besides I don’t really like chemicals on my hair.” I replied. Protested.

I walked behind her and wrapped her hair in my hand, twice, so that only the length reaching her shoulders was free from my grasp. In one quick slash of my knife, her waist-length hair fell short, only reaching her shoulder. Her white hair looked better that way, fitting for a sassy woman. I lowered myself to her ears. “Carlos Patrizio, tell him I will have his head soon,” I whispered dryly. She spun very quickly to me, her eyes dilating with dread. Her chest was rising too quickly, as if a volcano was erupting inside. “Carlos Patrizio had nothing to do with this.”

If I play it right…this will work. Jesse’s always been sexy. Never in the dangerous way that Santiago is, but more like a cute guy next door. He has straight, blond hair, shaved on the sides and in the back with enough on top to fall just right against his forehead. He stands at 6’4” with a slender, but muscular build. His jaw ticks as his fists tighten at his sides, flexing his biceps ever so slightly.

I answered him and went to a tree and sat on the ground to start combing my long and light hair. He is hard because there is no shampoo. But what can I expect when I literally just bathed in soap-free water. It took a few minutes before I finished combing my hair. I will dry my hair first before tying it up. "Ales, did you know that there are only a few immortals with that hair color?" Stefano now plays Sushi. I don't know when they came to an agreement, but that doesn't matter because the important thing is, Sushi's life is no longer threatened.

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.

Oh man, another beautiful girl, and she is taken. And later comes a part of the street where salon after salon were established. I watch how a middle aged woman dries her client’s hair with a blower. To where she points the mouth of the blower the brown artificially colored hair was blown with force. ‘I think I need a haircut.’ Kevin said in which I laughed, thinking he is bald, like badly bald. Well this guy doesn’t need to grow hair on his head to be handsome, for he truly is good looking, and with that thanks to his Spanish ancestors. And sometimes when beautiful girls are around and among us three, they will often notice Kevin while over looking at me and Charlie, Oh boy there’s a little

Because I washed my hair with his shampoo, we both smelled like one and I fucking love it. "Hmm." Giovanni grumbled against my neck before giving me a tongue kiss on the crook of my neck. I stepped down from the car and waited until he drove off before walking towards the shop. Once inside, my eyes went to the counter and I saw a familiar back on me. The person was having a chat with Grace. "OMG! Is that Carlos?" I gasped, rushing over to him.

Catrina. I could barely hear Celeste's voice as soon as I made eye contact with Carlo. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking when he gave me that look. I'm pretty sure he noticed the difference in my hair after the stylist worked their magic on it. Next to him, Celeste gave me a quick once-over. I gulped. I have to say, she looked stunning. Her regal vibe was just radiating off of her, and her striking mahogany hair and icy gray eyes were such a gorgeous combination. And she's just as beautiful as anyone I can imagine being with him, the Alpha.