El Siete Haircut Novels & Stories

“It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.” “I do not use a bowl!” I protested, my voice muffled by the cape. They both ignored me. Chloe ran her fingers through my hair, which I’ll admit is one of my few decent features. Thick, soft, and black as ink. “He’s got great hair, Jax. Lots to work with. So, you’re thinking more of a textured crop? Keep the length on top, loose and messy?” “Yeah, messy. But like, expensive messy. Not ‘I just rolled out of bed and gave up on life’ messy, which is his current brand.”

"Your marriage maybe. My marriage, yes." He stepped back, and Louis felt the loss of his heat like a physical thing. "You want longer hair," Lorenzo said, looking at Louis's blonde waves. "Pretty hair. Longer." Louis touched his hair automatically. "My hair is fine." "Is fine. Could be better." Lorenzo's eyes traveled over his face, his neck, his shoulders. "You know how pretty you are?" Louis's face burned. "I'm not…" "Pretty," Lorenzo repeated. "I see you on screen. Seven seconds. I think…"

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

This was the moment to use that knowledge to pass the selection. ​"I can tell by your hairstyle and the way you observe things," Moza answered with full confidence. ​Elzen frowned. "Explain that." ​"Even though you both have the same haircut, the way you maintain it is different. Master Elbara’s hair is combed flat to the back and stays perfectly in place without a single stray strand. Meanwhile, Master Elzen... you like to play with your hair. Sometimes you intentionally leave it a bit messy. I saw you rub your hair several times and comb it with your fingers earlier."

Who would have thought that this outfit could make one look sexier? She raised her face up to look at him and noticed his new haircut; his shoulder-length hair was sleekly brushed back and tied in a low-ponytail that curled down on his neck, revealing his head's v-shaped undercut. Two strands of his hair were left to fall slightly by his face, giving him a stylish and moderately appealing appearance. With his fresh appearance, She would not have recognized him if it hadn't been for the color of his eyes and his muscular body features.

She used to get startled by his desire to be naked but got used to it by now. "Your haircut!" she suddenly remembered. "Your barber fixed an appointment for you this evening. So don't forget," she walked closer. "You have long hair and your hairline is perfect too..." she wanted to touch his hair but held back her urges. "A classic pompadour hairstyle will suit you best...it will go well with your beard too..." "Pompadour, huh?" Jeremy asked, running his fingers through his hair. His barber always asks him to style his hair that way, but he'd refuse since he doesn't like to put much effort into styling his hair every day.

"What's wrong? Don't you think my new haircut looks great?" Without looking at July, Alice replied, "It's beautiful." The short haircut, styled to resemble a wolf's tail, only accentuated July's sharp and stunning features. Combined with her impressive height, she looked like an excellent female Alpha straight out of a story. July quickly moved to stand beside Alice. Even though Alice ignored her, she continued, "This time, it's the CEO of Ado Corporation hosting the event. You're about to see your ex-husband—aren't you nervous?"

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

During that year, their fighting skills were on par with Leonardo Bai, he even noticed that even though seven didn’t remember anything about herself, she was still intelligent enough and thought the others academics and physical training. Seven had grown taller, it was as though the wraps had restrained her growth, body development, and hair. She didn’t have any hair on her body, but her head hair started to grow after six months. Her hair was platinum blonde, it had a shine to it and every time seven would look at herself in the mirror she would complain that she looked old. The others would hear her saying that the only time in her country that anyone would have white hair would be when th

Not talk, not deal with everything that had just happened. But before I got the nerve to speak, Atalanta did. “You are mad at me.” “A tiny bit.” “I’m sorry.” I sighed, kissing the top of her wet hair. “I know.” I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and began washing her hair. She had so much less hair now, and there were some patches of hair totally burned off. Artemis had healed her skin, so there were no scars, but it takes a while for hair to grow back. The hairdresser had done a great job, though. Atalanta told me the hairdresser had given her something called a wolfcut, which made her laugh. But it had different lengths of hair, which worked perfectly.