El Siete Haircut Novels & Stories

"IM so excited!!" eksaheradang bungad ng gay bestfriend niyang si Rich. Kararating lang nito galing sa katatapos na klase ng Fashion and Aesthetic Design course nito. Asusual, bago na naman ang hair color nito. Every month yata ay nagpapalit ito ng hairstyle. For this month, he has chosen to color his elegant curtain style haircut blonde, making him look like a Manga character. With his slender body and straight posture you will think he is a walking male doll. He is handsome, but he will pinch someone to death if they use that word as a description for him, because he would prefer to be called glamorous, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, lovely, etc., that suits to compliment a woman because he

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.

We walked inside and we both got seated in different chair’s in the salon. “So what do you want to do with your hair?” the hairdresser asked us. I actually had no idea “I want my shave the side of my head and paint the rest turquoise and she” Zoey said as she pointed to me “needs to look professional enough for a job as a secretary.” My hairdresser was kind and showed me several pictures to pick from and I eventually I decided on a choppy pixie cut with bangs. The hairdresser even put in some high and low lights for me and the end result was really cute. Zoey looked really cool too, but I wasn’t going to say anything to Zoey about it. Zoey then took me to lunch where she finally spoke to me

"The barbershop." Hearing this, Kirsten hurriedly followed. There was a barbershop near the hospital. As soon as Eileen came in, the barber greeted her enthusiastically, "Would you like to dye or perm your hair?" Eileen said evenly, "Cut it." "You have beautiful long hair. Why do you want to cut it? You can dye it brown and have a perm. It will be great!" the barber tried hard to sell his service. "Thank you, but I don't need it. Just shave it."

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.

“I like options.” He tilted my head slightly to the left and twisted my hair up, showing me different styles in the mirror. “Okay, so... we could do a sleek ponytail with some loose curls in the front—simple but chic. Or we could go for waves, loose and romantic. But that might take a while.” I shook my head. “We don’t have much time. How about the messy bun you showed at first?” His eyes lit up. “Perfect choice. It’s elegant but effortless. Won't take much of our time, but hold still.”

Chapter Twenty Five: An Awkward Day. Standing before her was definitely not Ms. Lisa, but a young gentle pale white looking man that was easily over six foot tall man in three piece suit was standing in front of her. His hair was gelled into a very famous duck boy hair style, a high maintenance cut with a v shaped that opened from the back making the hair from the side combed to form parallel section. His cerulean iris hidden amidst his perfect dark curly eye lashes looked very much familiar, It was no doubt she had seen this face before now.