Count Olaf Hair Novels & Stories

"Look at you! A whole icon!" "Olga? What-how?" I stammered, pulling back to look at her. She looked different. Her purple hair was gone, replaced by a sharp, chic strawberry blonde bob that framed her face perfectly. "Your hair... it's real. It's beautiful." "Joshua is a good haircut-man," she laughed, winking at her fiancé.

Bradley states as they reach Olivia’s side. I don’t reply to him, I turn my attention back to Olivia standing there and I take her in. I am finally getting more than a glimpse and my stomach is in knots. She is gorgeous even in a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt, hair piled in a knot on top of her head. That's when I notice her hair is no longer the color of fine whiskey, it's now a deep red and it suits her. “You dyed your hair?”

Then, I grabbed my phone and typed: "How to get raw dough out of hair." Top answer? Olive or coconut oil together with fine-tooth comb. Oh. Hell yes. I ran downstairs stark naked, thankful my dad wasn’t home, and snatched the olive oil from the pantry as I didn’t have coconut oil. Back upstairs, I went to work – coating my scalp, massaging it through the strands, working section by section. Then rinse. Shampoo. Repeat. Twice. Three times.

This man had this strange pale white hair, the hair dropped to his shoulders while the top bunch of the locks were tied by a black knot very neatly. His eyes were just as slim and sharp as Oliviér's, if not even sharper, and just underneath his dark maroon eyes was a thin stain of bright red well drawn closest to his lower eyelashes. He was wearing a black tailcoat, and slim printed trousers, and his hands were placed behind his back. Ignoring his…. Odd appearance, why was this man calling Oliviér brother Oli– "Brother Oliviér," a figure just as tall as the white haired male sauntered from behind him.

"Do we have to go, really?" Olivia said, pausing midway through brushing her hair a bit. Her hair, the color of sunset was what thousands of people admire when they set their eyes on it but only she knew the efforts put into making it presentable. Having full and long hair was a curse but only to the owner. During times like this, she wished that she could cut her hair and just be. Her brush snagged on another knot yet again and she groaned and turned to Nathaniel who was checking himself out in front of the dressing room mirror.

I was so nervous, I didn't even know why. 15 minutes later, Olivia came down carefully on the stairs. Her hair dry, she was still wearing the same clothes i gave her. My scent was still on it. Clearing my throat, “I- uhm- I didn't mean to barge in, I got back and it was too quiet, I thought something had happened, I'm sorry". She tucked her hair behind her ears, “It's f-fine, I took l-long in the s-shower". “Oh goddess, mate is so adorable" Max, an alpha wolf, squealed like a baby; but I could only agree. She was cute, in the oversized outfit, hair tucked behind her ears, face looking down, she's adorable.

It was one that said she was impressed, and it gave me a warm feeling on the inside. The older woman pulled away and took her leave, and Ocean and Ela approached. I stood conflicted, not knowing who to give my attention to as they both demanded it at the same time. Ela looked beautiful in her simple red tulle dress, and Oliver had a pair of black jeans and a grey polo on. His growing brownish-blond long hair was in a neat bun, and the little boy carried this look so well.

Roman's eyes had gone back to normal just like Diego said. He was seeing clearly now and he couldn't deny the fact that Elora's beauty was beyond anything he had ever seen, especially with the way she had her hair dyed. Something about this new hair color just highlighted her olive skin, her v-shaped face, her plump lips that he had almost kissed yesterday, large grey eyes, and bow-shaped eyebrows... everything just seemed to be a perfect blend. If he didn't know her old hair color he would've thought she was born with this mix of black and white in her hair. He scoffed at his silly assumptions and listened to her as she spoke.

"If there is not any danger in the way, erm, the Runner should have reached there already." Olgarias responded by a nod. He got back on his ride and glanced at his master from his side. Every time he saw him, he always wondered why he was so much handsome. Olgarias had two deep blue eyes like ocean, under them a straight, sharp nose like a flute. His skin was white like lac-dye in milk, since he usually didn't go out often from his castle and above his strong chin, two perfect full pink lips were pressed tight, he used to nip them when he was thinking extremely. The wind of the night was moving his curly long hair down his neck, bringing them on his furrowed forehead.

I always looked up to her and admired her. We were twins but it's quite obvious who won the genetic lottery. Unlike me who had silky midnight black hair, green eyes, and a petite female body appearance that appeared weak. Ophelia had beautiful silly brunette hair she took from her mother, green eyes, and a strong dominant female appearance. She was also taller with 2 inches. "Hey, Ophelia!" I waved at her when I noticed she had shifted back to human. My nice greeting was returned with a scowl.