Count Olaf Hair Novels & Stories

she sighs, defeated. Olivia and Eliana were both sitting in the parlour after an hour. She discussed with the stylist a look that would suit her. So, in the end, they went with layers. She also added baby pink highlights to her hair. Not on her entire head of hair, but only on a few strands on both sides. Olivia's mom always told her when she was a child. 'A good hairstyle always boosts your confidence.'

Ollie’s head rests on his chest, his right leg draped over EJ, and the Alpha's strong arms are wrapped around him. He feels the warmth of the sun on his back, and it slowly wakes him. The Omega lifts his head and looks down at his Alpha's sleeping face. His heart flutters as he looks down at him. He's so handsome. His chest is so muscular. The peaks of his chest are massive, and the ripples of his stomach are present even as he sleeps. His facial hair is just long enough to run his fingers through. He loves how it's longer on his chin and shorter as it rises up his jaw. It's dark brown, just like the hair on his head. His long hair, which is usually in a bun, is down and rests against the pi

Maria questioned, getting distracted by her usual brunette head which was now in a tinted bright red colour. "Bestie and I dyed our hair to red," Olivia flipped her hair to the side as she said this with the type of pride similar to a lottery winner. "Are you going to stand there the whole day and talk about my hair? Or do you want to come in? I don't mind the former though,"

His hand moved beside him and Olivia's eyes caught a glimpse of it. She immediately broke the eye contact before pushing her black hair behind her ears. My eyes lingered on her for a while as I tried to process what was going on but I didn't want to make false assumptions since I wasn't so smart and I might end up making stupid assumptions. My eyes kept lingering on her as Axel's words danced by my ears but I wasn't paying enough attention to actually hear. Just as I was about to return my gaze to Axel, my eyes met a small red streak in Olivia's hair. My eyes widened. She had red hair! The black was only a dye!

She asks, walking out of the fitting room straight at me. “Oh, you’re still wearing the scarf?” the tailor mutters, dissatisfied. It is a little funny to see her wearing a big white dress with a pink scarf around her neck, but she still looks gorgeous. “My alpha got a little too excited with the hickies this morning,” she easily lies and the omega tailor immediately nods, embarrassed. Olivia’s hair is still tousled from the attack on my father, but her green eyes are sparkling and she's never looked more beautiful than right now, even with that scarf.

I'm not ready to face this. She whimpered, holding her head down in her hand as she leaned against the counter. Collin finally comes into the kitchen with his hair pulled back in a top knot. Wow! Her heart hammered in her chest when she saw him. He looks great! Good enough to eat! Olivia thought. "Uhmm...I've never seen you wear your hair like that before." "Oh, this!" Collin went to take it down. "Stop! Don't Touch it!" She yelled, scaring him half to death.

smiling sweetly. Their reaction was hilarious. They were dumbfounded and shocked. ' how ' they were repeating as I looked at Olivia who colored her hair blonde. Our family's natural hair color is black with light shades of brown in it. Her face is deep with a scowl and she is jealous. But there is something in her eyes that proves to me about my thought that she is experiencing some deep pain which made her uncertain about herself.

Grace rolled her eyes, "then what are you interested in? To dress up like a boy and stand in from of a mirror all day practicing your brother's voice and the way he walks?" "Which I'm perfect in already" Olivia smiled causing Grace to roll her eyes once more. "Yea, if you are so into being your brother, why didn't you cut your hair, why use wig?" Olivia grabbed a lock of her hair in her palm and smiled "because he loves my hair and there is no day he sees me that he doesn't praise me for the length. I did thought about cutting it but I can't because of his love for it. So I decided to get a wig."

“I want you. The woman who argues with me about market projections and the lets me bend her over furniture.” Harper giggles softly. “Well, how about I let you wash my hair next,” she jokes teasingly. A genuine, relaxed chuckle rumbled in Oliver’s chest, a rare sound that seemed to melt some of the usual tension from his features. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he looked down at you, the water still cascading over both of you. “Deal,” he agreed easily, his voice losing its earlier, more playful tone. “But only if you promise to stop distracting me with those beautiful blue green eyes while I am trying to work.” He reached for the shampoo bottle on the shelf, squirting a generous amount i