Damon Albarn Haircut Novels & Stories

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

He held out his palm, which I ignored, and as I walked past him into the building, he quickly caught up with me and grabbed me by the wrist. “You should be happy I’m holding your hand in public, Princess. I don’t do cringey things like this.” I opened my mouth to give a witty response, but never got around to it, as a tall man in a suit, with several face tattoos and braided hair, walked up to us. “Damon Vyon, a pleasure to see you,” he greeted, offering his hand for a handshake. Damon clasped it firmly, his face crashing in a little smile. “Pleasure’s mine, Carlos.”

“Will you do that again?” He quickly shook his head, refusing to meet my gaze or even raise his head up. “No, Alpha. I swear on the moon goddess.” The headache vanished. Finally, “Alright. The rest of you, get up.” This was all crazy. Did these people expect me to run this place like a boot camp? Before I could answer them, a loud clattering sound came from the staircase at the end of the hall. Damon ran down the steps, wearing a leather jacket over one of those long tunics. He looked completely ridiculous, as the tunic bunched up around his waist like an oversized skirt. He was holding a small broom in his right hand, looking thoroughly annoyed.

Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!” “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. You keep mentioning Luna, Alpha, and me being human. What is all this even supposed to mean?” I replied. As I spoke, my hair shifted, revealing my face. Dane’s eyes narrowed with anger, his expression growing dark just as it had before, but this time he wasn’t pleased. He pulled my hair to the other side, and I tried to cover my eye, but he lifted my chin with his finger. “Who did this?” he growled, and his chest rumbled, startling me.

I held it like it was the only thing keeping me upright. Damien was already at the front when I got there. He didn't turn to watch me walk in. He was speaking quietly to his lawyer, head tilted slightly, and only looked up when I stopped beside him. His gaze moved over me once but not unkindly, not warmly. The same way someone checks that their luggage has arrived at the carousel. Present. Accounted for. Good. "You did your hair," he said. I blinked. "Is that a problem?" "No." He faced forward again. "It suits you."

"It looks like she attacked you with a lawnmower! Don't worry, sir. We are on your side!" Sebastian rubbed his temples. "Just cut it, Tony." Tony went to work. He was a master. He trimmed the sides short, blending the bald patch perfectly into a stylish fade. The long, gloomy hair was gone, replaced by a sharp, clean cut that highlighted Sebastian’s strong jawline and high cheekbones. He looked younger. Sharper. Like a bamboo shoot after the rain. "Done!" Tony announced proudly. Then he glared at Harper. Harper walked over, clapping. "Wow! Tony, you are a magician!"

I knew nothing to do. “Mr. Damon already communicated that to us.” I sighed. Damon was too much. Even to my hair style? “Can I see?” I asked. “Of course.” She nodded. “He said that if you need specific changes that we should go according to your preference.” I had no preference at this point. She picked a catalogue up and opened it quickly to a spot. She pointed at a style and showed me. I blinked at it. Wow. Shoulder length, blunt cut, blonde.

He would worry about everything else and all the wedding details so that she didn’t have to. As Damien was getting lost in his thoughts, suddenly he felt a presence behind him. Before he knew it, he felt a warm pair of hands raking through his hair. “Oooh, your hair is getting so long. I think it desperately needs a cut. I can cut it for you,” Allison purred, taking out a pair of scissors from the drawers. Damien was caught by surprise. But managed to regain his composure in the next moment. He grabbed hold of Allison’s hands holding the pair of scissors, and peeled them off him.

“You look… nice.” I pursed my lips. “Thanks.” It was Damon, so I didn’t question his compliment. It felt so much lighter than before, and the hairdresser had added curtain bangs which framed my face perfectly. I loved my new hair. “Your hair,” Damon said, and I looked at him. “I love your hair.” “Thank you, Damon.” “I can’t wait to tug at it when I’m fuck—” “Damon.” I slapped my hand on his mouth, my cheeks flushing red. “That’s more than enough.”

Isabella An hour later, my hair was mostly dried and had resumed its curly nature. It had dried to a slightly darker color than before. Instead of the slightly orange shade my hair had previously, it was now a fully dark red with undertones of black. 'I don't think it's too bad,' I said as I played with the still-damp hair. Damon was the subject of my protest and complaints. He sat on the bed, watching me as I toyed around with my hair.