El Siete Haircut Novels & Stories

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

I felt guilty for making her nervous “no, it looks good! I love it.” Charlotte had chosen a medium bob, well that is what the hairdresser called it. Because of her straight hair it looked really edgy. The back was cut short just below her hairline and the front of her hair was just above the shoulders. It looked so cool, especially with the low lights. Charlotte looked into the mirror “I love it too. Really a lot. I look so different. I feel like myself even more now.” Amelia walked over to Charlotte “mama” and tried to touch her new hair.

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".

I said, pointing at her shirt. She rolled her eyes before answering me, "I have a date after work." "And you didn't tell me?" I asked, pouting. I grabbed her small comb and tidied my hair a bit, although I knew my hair would be messed up again by the wind when we left the restaurant. Three days ago, Lana made me cut my hair; she found my previous hair too boring. So now, my auburn hair, which is ten times better than before, is three centimeters shorter, layered, and has a few highlights.

Sort of a playboy that dwells in an ancient man's body. A smile stretches up my lips. “You look…awful.” The grin he had was gone in an instant. His brows furrowed. “I asked for the best haircut…she said it was the best for tawny men.” He said as he bent his head, swirling his neck to give me a three-sixty degree turn. His haircut gave his hair a nice gradient, it was cut very low at the front and tapered to the sides and down his neck, waves form in a spiral at the center of his head, spreading down

I disagree. “Then make your move now,” he urges as I look around for the nearest waiter and I pick a drink from the tray as I walk towards Elena who has a chic blonde hair covered with a beret, but the black beret doesn’t stop the hair from gleaming like spun gold in the soft light. The haircut frames her face perfectly, highlighting her amber-colored eyes that look exceptionally sad. Overall, her style is simple, yet elegant making her stand out in the crowd. “Hi beautiful,” I greet as I approach her.

He groans heavily running his large hands over his face and through his thick jet black curls. "Look, I don't know what to do. But we gotta do something!" He sounds and looks just lost as I am. But so handsome in this water. I love his hair it's in the style of a faux hawk fade and I really want to run my fingers through it. He has the Puerto Rican flag shaved into the left side of his head and 'Boricua' shaved on the right. His barber has mad skills. I'm thinking about taking my brothers to him for their back to school haircuts.

She asked me. "Yup", I feel like I want to do something too. We finished up our manicures and pedicures and then went to one of the best salons. She had flowing black hair which she traded for a pixie cut, that resembled Tokyo from Money Heist in season 3, and then dyed it platinum blonde. She looked really good.

"But thank God they went off at the right time. You almost beat me for the third time!" Seven grumbles. "I was starting to think of suicide..." I just burst into a laugh and shuffle up his hair. "Is there anything you don't look good in?" Seven frowns. "Why do you always have to look so fucking hot every fucking time! It's illegal! Tight bun, hot! Messy hair, still hot! Official wear, hot! Buggy sweats and sweaters, sizzling hot! I mean, can you give me a break? My eyes are burning because you're so hot to stare at... "

Aleksander's eyes widened," I don't think you get a chance today. He's still frail. Maybe in a couple of days. Let him have a good rest. Have you eaten?" "Nope. I was waiting for you." "Okay. Let me feed you first, then have a haircut. Is that okay?" "Love it!" While she sat in the chair at the hair salon, Izabella considered how she would like to have her hair fixed. Become an ash blonde instead? "No," protested Aleksander, "I don't want it. Maximum three inches off the back, then long layers." "Yet her bone structure and facial traits..." The hairstylist Jiji Rose kept chatting, but Izabella didn't pay heed.