Conrad Fisher Hair Novels & Stories

His new look was a disguise to prevent people from connecting him to the long-haired goth man from the sexy video. Speaking of his hair, he had much less of it and could no longer hide his face behind it. He had what Cassandra called a sensible cut. It was very short on the sides, with a few waves allowed on top. She couldn't keep her fingers out of it, and he found he didn't mind that at all.

That was the look of someone who thought he owned the place. “And you are?” I frowned. The mysterious man let out a chuckle. My eyes scanned his heart-shaped lips before they traveled back to his eyes. His dark brown hair was styled into a sloppy ponytail, giving him a bold look. “I don’t know who you are, but your hair looks good!” Ashley spoke out of nowhere. “Tell me? What kind of products do you use?” She stood on her toes to touch his hair. The man had a startled expression on his face, and it was probably because he had yet to meet someone like Ashley. “Uh...I wash it with aloe vera and healing clay, and after that, I put in some tea tree mint conditioner and...who are you?”

I was right when I assumed he was fit. He’s muscular but in a lean way. He’s not bulky like my brother Ivan. His muscles have definition, but they are more proportioned to his frame. A few dark brown hairs on his chest match the trail of hair from his navel down. I blushed as my eyes almost went past his navel. I was thankful when he shifted to his wolf. Conway is a lovely tawny color with reddish highlights. ‘Conway is handsome.’ Faith whispered. I’m glad she likes Conway. Though I don’t like how weak she sounds. She’s going through so much pain every time Ignazio touches another female. I know I want to get to know Stephen better but I worry how delaying the inevitable will affect her.

Luckily, these lawyers were very capable. Back at the general manager’s office, Fisher rushed in at the last minute with a file in his hands. He was out of breath and his outfit was in disarray. "Your time was almost up." Alexander remained unbothered in the face of Fisher's haggard appearance. On the other hand, he looked refreshed in a new outfit that was provided by the manager's assistance. “Apologies, Mr. Alexander. It took an effort retrieving the contract for you.” Fisher conveyed his words through interval wheezing. One could tell that he barely exercises his body.

His face appeared pale and their was something in his gaze that I couldn’t quite place my finger on. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, indicating he had just finished taking a bath. This sight of him caught me off guard. His usually well-groomed hair was slightly tousled, with droplets of water trickling down his strong neck and into the defined lines of his chest. His toned arms glistened under the soft light, and his mischievous eyes held a spark I hadn't noticed before. In that moment, Conrad seemed different to me, more alluring, on another level of hot-bad- boy.

Charlotte reasons. Conrad rubs her forehead, shaking her head and turning on the shower to heat up for a minute. "I've gotta go; I have to get back to the office in a bit. I love you, bitch," Conrad chirps. "Let me know if you sleep with him," Charlotte screams into the phone. "I won't!" Conrad screeches back, hanging up the phone. She steps into the shower, crossing her fingers that she can get all of the tangles out of her hair. Her hairbrush was no match for the forest-induced mess, so she's relying on her hair treatments for this one.

Feeling the taste of blood, it came out of Conard's mouth spontaneously. "Don't contradict me now, Alex." After giving the punishment, he used to say that it is not possible to oppose him. She didn't say anything, she just kept crying. Conard stood up with long white hair scattered on the back of the jacket. Alex who was busy crying in pain ran towards Conard, shocked to see the long hair. "Alpha Conard?" She was telling something in incomplete sentences or maybe asking. "Yes, my hair has improved since meeting Alpha Jenja."

Conrad says, “And your hair is different.” I swallow thickly. Every nerve in my entire body comes alight at the touch of him, the feel of his hard body pressed against me. With this closeness, my body is reacting, my nipples hardening within my lacy bra. The area between my thighs grows damp. “The hair could be a wig,” he continues. Slowly, he starts to sway his hips, gently bucking up into me. It’s enough to make me moan. His eyes are fire, burning me with our locked gaze. He’s not smiling, but his lips are ever-so-slightly curled at the edges, like a smile might break out at any moment.

Conrad announced as his face filled the monitor. I looked from Conrad to Ruthie, who stared, her jaw hanging just a little. I could almost read her mind. She had a thing for blond boys, and if she could have picked Conrad's hair color, it couldn't be more perfect. It hung over his forehead, the sides waving back over his ears. His face was long, his nose pronounced. But the eyes - with their cornflower blue color and those curly blond lashes - they were way cute. A light dusting of freckles added to his boy-next-door looks. His scrubby, unshaven jaw and otherwise angular face saved him from looking feminine, though. If the screen added ten pounds, then the guy was reed thin, his shoulders po

Larissa asked, "Have you found out who did it?" "It's Nayla. She's also holding a press conference in the exhibition hall next door." It was obvious that Nayla aimed at Larissa. However, Larissa stated calmly, "No rush. Wait until I finish the treatment." Meanwhile, Nayla was showcasing her product to reporters in the neighboring exhibition hall. "After ten years of diligent research, the renowned Master Lennon invented this hair tonic. It provides amazing results for a variety of hair loss issues." Master Lennon was dressed in a vintage suit with an aura of mystery and profundity.