Count Olaf Hair Novels & Stories

He looked skeptical but eventually nodded in retort and walked out of the room leaving me alone with my disastrous thoughts. “You have beautiful hair,” I commented as I brushed Olivia’s hair down with my fingers. Her gorgeous brown hair reached just three to four inches above her hips. “Really?” She asked as she turned around jumping in joy. “Yes, you do. The most beautiful I have ever seen,” I said and her smile widened as she flipped the hair from her shoulder in a proud manner. A small chuckle escaped my lips at that. “Paolina takes care of my hair. Just like Isabelle taught her.” She said grinning.

Feel for her wolf, try to connect,’ I reasoned with him, hoping that her wolfwould settle him down. ‘She.. she doesn’t have one,’ he whimpers, trying to gain control, trying once again to get to our mate. I shove him back, feeling my aura pulse out as the other man submits angrily, his glare fixes on me while trying to reach for her. Her scared blue eyes dart back and forth between the two of us, unsure of what to do. Her light brown hair is straight and long and pushed back with a headband to keep it out of her eyes. Her workout gear leaves no room for imagination. Her curves are all in the right places, her boobs medium size, plump enough for me to squeeze tightly in my hands. While I’m 6’

I was excited and I hoped that there wouldn't be any weird encounters like last time. I looked at Oliver with an amused smile while Ana burst into bouts of laughter. Lora was seated on Oliver's shoulders as she tried to tie his hair with her favorite pink hair tie that had a crystal butterfly glued on it. She was having a hard time putting all his hair into place. Seeing a tall, sophisticated man like Oliver in that hair tie was hilarious. It didn't suit him at all. Lora looked adorable with one holding her pigtails but I guess pink hair tie beauty wasn't for everyone.

This is hell. ​"Wow, Tito! Your hair color fits you!" Valerius complimented. He swam behind Oliver and climbed onto his back. Oliver dyed his hair blonde again. I was so busy staring at Vareen that I almost didn't notice it. The last time I saw his hair blonde was five years ago. Is he doing this for her? All of a sudden, I couldn't read my best friend. What's with you, Oliver?

“I knew it. Now if you were always like this, I would want to be around you all the time.” Olivia giggled at that, and Ophelia looked at her in surprise, “Did you even understand what I said?” Olivia giggled again. Ophelia smiled, until the little girl began to run her hand through her hair, pulling it. She frowned, this was the part she hated. “No, no.” She said, throwing her head back. “Get your hands off my hair, or I’ll put you down.” That only seemed like encouragement for the child, who seemed even more fascinated with the hair that was similar to hers.

"And if you screw up, it could cause injury to the animal or decrease the wool's value." Ignoring the self-righteous prick, Nate focused on Olivia. She had her hair pulled back in a low ponytail, was covered in dirt and tufts of white fur, had not a stitch of makeup on, and was still able to cease his heart. "Are you sure?" In answer, she lifted her brows.

She added, and we both giggled, making the others in the room roll their eyes at us. "Ignore them," Olivia said, and I just turned my back on them. If I wasn’t suppressing my demon side, they’d be burning in hell now. But I shouldn’t let my rage take over me. These Omegas were the least of my problems. "Should we fix our hair?" I asked Olivia as I stood in front of the mirror. I gathered my hair all together and tried to raise it all up only to see the roots showing their true color - strawberry blonde hair that kept getting darker every year, that it was almost fiery red now. I only had one box of hair coloring left and I hoped whoever bought me would allow me to buy my personal stuff becau

Dad used to have shoulder-length brown hair, but he’s starting to bald on stop so now he keeps his hair shaved so it’s not as obvious, and I think the shaved look suits him - goes with his 5 o’clock shadow too. My mum, Melissa, on the other hand, is 47 and does look early 40s, but that’s because, unlike my dad, my mum is human. It’s pretty obvious that any Omega is an Omega because one parent is human. I mean, every Omega I’ve ever met had one human parent, but I think among our species, so many people look down upon Omegas to the point they create myths about them, like saying things like they are wolves shunned by the Goddess or some nonsense.

Olivia said as he went closer to Conrad. “I guess you could fix my hair...” Conrad said shyly. Olivia starts to fix Conrad’s hair with her bare hands. Fifteen seconds later, Olivia was done fixing Conrad’s hair. Conrad takes out his phone and opens his camera app. He uses his phone as a mirror and was amazed by Olivia’s styling. She also got Conrad’s signature hairstyle, which is a side brush-up. He said his thanks to Olivia and she was happy with her styling.

"I mean...you look familiar. And I feel good near you. But no, I don't. Who are you?" "I'm..." he sighed, looking down. "Your...boyfriend. But I was hoping more soon." "Was?" "Well, if you don't remember me, we have to start over. So it'll be a while." He smile. Ophelia felt her heart pound. "Why is your hair so long?" She took it between her fingers. He smirked "Do you like it? You told me not to cut it." "Hm...it's nice. Soft. It makes you look like a god."