El Siete Haircut Novels & Stories

“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.”

Angel let out a hearty laugh that sent her head backward and made the edges of her eyes crinkle. “Kill ittttt bro!” Seven left the room. He got to the living room and found his mother watching her favorite show. Keeping Up With The Kardashians. “You look smart.” She said when she saw him coming. “Thanks, mom.” His hair was clean-cut into razor-sharp fades and he was wearing a navy blue suit with a tie that made his head turn purple. His mom came over to where he was standing to loosen-up the tie. “I’m proud of you.”

The very thought of it scraped against every instinct he had. And his wolf? The beast inside recoiled, baring its teeth. Not her. Never her. Elara tapped decisively on the screen. “Perfect. I’m booking it.” Julian didn’t respond. She hadn’t actually asked for his opinion — how fitting that she was making the decision on her own. She lifted the tablet again and angled it toward him. “Now I need a good headshot. The stylist and I need to go over options for your new haircut.” Julian’s eyes narrowed. “I never agreed to cutting my hair.”

"But it’s so beautiful, and you’ve clearly grown it out for a long time! It would be a waste. We could do some soft curls; it would look stunning." Sarah didn't blink. "Cut it." When she emerged from the salon, Sarah was a different woman. Her new short cut was sharp, sophisticated, and chic—radiating the "Alpha Female" energy that Lulu always raved about. Little Maddy couldn't stop touching the soft, silky locks. "Mommy looks younger. And so much prettier!" "You think so?" Sarah was satisfied. The style accentuated her elegant neckline and made her look refreshed, as if the weight of the last seven years had been snipped away with the hair. Even the stylist had been stunned, admitting her f

Honestly, she was just happy to be outside and not locked up in that room again. He sat down and she wet his hair with the spray bottle. “Short at the sides and back and longer at the top?” She asked him. “I usually just get a buzz cut.” He said with a shrug. “Could we try my suggestion, first? I’d do the buzz cut if you don’t like it…” Gemma suggested hopefully.

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.

"I want to chop it off. Not bald but I want a nice, sexy, reborn type of short hair," "Color?" "Oh it's always going to be blonde," I smirk and I take my seat and she immediately gets to work. I was ready to feel alive and reborn again. I was ready to be happy again.

An hour or so later I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, unsure how to feel as Leila and Andre gush over my new hair. It’s cut to shoulder length, but the natural wave of my hair has pulled it up by a couple of inches, the weight which had kept it straighter now gone. It’s lying in natural beachy waves, framing my face and he has lightened my tawny color with some sheer highlights, so I am transformed. Younger, softer, blonder.

“He hates the hair.” Justice studied it. “You were not born with that bright hair, correct? I like it but I have never seen that color before and I have seen a lot of people since we were freed.” “It’s straight from a bottle. It’s not the color he objects to but he does miss seeing it a lot less colorful. It’s the length he hates the most. I refused to cut it after an especially bad haircut when I was sixteen that made me look like a boy and it was days before my

She could only stay silent as the car drove toward a luxurious salon in the city center. At the salon, Rena sat in the chair with her body stiff. Several professional stylists surrounded her, measuring her face, examining her hair texture, and discussing what needed to be done. Sebastian sat in the corner of the room, watching with sharp eyes. "We'll cut her hair to suit her face shape," said the lead stylist, a short-haired woman with thick glasses. "Layered cuts on the sides will cover her wide cheeks, making her face look slimmer. We'll also add highlights to add dimension."