El Siete Haircut Novels & Stories

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.

The better impression I made in this family, the narrower her chances of getting back together with Nick. I blow-dried my hair and combed it in place. Before I flew to London, I had visited Leon with Terry. Leon had given me a layered, rounded bob cut with long side bangs. I was glad I had my hair done since there was a long-haired siren out for Nick’s attention.

"Yes, but that was from a distance. What if someone attacks Eva at close range?" "The guards won't allow suspicious people to approach Eva. You don't need to worry, Buddy." Jeremy threw the towel towards the chair then grabbed the hairbrush. "Now, what style do you want?" Louis immediately moved his hands above his head. "I want my hair to stand up like this. I'll definitely get cooler." “Like a parrot's crest?” Emily giggled. "No. Like top models. I want to wear that hairstyle later during the photo shoot." Jeremy snorted slightly. "You know what? There's another style that suits you better."

“How do you want your haircut Sir.”, the hair stylist asked Sebastian as he sat on a chair in the Salon to have a trim. Sebastian who was looking at the cover of the magazine in his hand looked up into the mirror at her. “Not a haircut please, just a nice trim as usual. Make me look smart.”, he described explicitly and went back to reading the magazine as she proceeded with the trim.

“What James is wearing is an example of the boys’ uniform. But the combinations of types of clothing are loose so that you can express your own unique style. However, you have to cut the hair.” His eyes flew wide in protest. “My hair?” Christian was almost shouting indignantly. “My friend Svet can cut it if you’d like. She has a sort of punkrock style and is great with shears,” Eliza gave up helpfully. “Punk-rock?” Christian commented, his voice dripping sarcasm. “How lame are you?” “Ugh!” Eliza scoffed, then turned away. She was peeved and to provide an exclamation point to her feelings, she crossed her arms and began rocking her foot in the air.

"Is it even seven in the morning yet?" "Nope. It's 6 am. I'm going to cut my dreads off." She tells me. "You're what?" "I'm cutting my dreadlocks off, off, and I need your help." She says, pulling me up by my arm. "Meg, I don't know the first thing about cutting hair. Plus, you're going to cut it off and instantly reit," it," I told her. "No, I won't. I have had these dreadlocks for five years. It's heavy and kind of unprofessional. I just want a change."