Novel & Cerita El Siete Haircut

Anna let out a sigh of relief, but I quickly changed the subject. "In the Slater family, we've always been fair. Since Anna made a mistake, she should be punished." I turned to her. "I heard that the second Slater rule states that if you were rude to your elders, you must kneel before them and apologize repeatedly. So let's follow that. Does anyone have an objection?" Everyone glanced at each other, but no one dared to speak. "That's great! Well said, Zoe!" Daniel nodded in approval. He even clapped for me. "We'll do exactly as she says. Anna, remember that each apology should be loud enough for everyone to hear. Only then will your apology be accepted."

she said sincerely, her appreciation evident in her eyes. Ruan, with his signature sass, responded, "I know," with a playful flip of his imaginary hair off his shoulders, a gesture that suited his stylish boy cut haircut, accentuating his facial features and adding a certain allure to his appearance. "About your current job, are you planning to go in tomorrow?" he inquired.

He was already giving me a bottle of water after I took out two tablets. His hand was on my forehead again. “You seem to have a slight fever. Why don’t you remove the wig and washup? Maybe you’ll feel better after.” I almost forgot about the brown wig I was wearing. I carefully removed it as well as the net that hid my hair. “Wow.” Seven said, amused. “Yeah, strawberry red.” I usually get those kind of reactions when people see the color of my natural hair for the first time. “Momma’s genes.” I explained.

When the rhyme vanished, a small window appeared next to the oven. There were five tabs above it. The first tab had a hair icon, the second a face, the third a torso, the fourth a sun wearing shades and the fifth a shirt. Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis…

JOSH POV I check my appearance in the hotel’s floor length mirror one last time. I just had a haircut in preparation for tonight’s date… hopeful date, anyway. I have it styled short on the sides and back with a little longer on top. Several of the guys on the team say it is a soft, modified version of a high and tight and I can’t disagree. I don’t like my hair long. Never have. It makes my helmet sit weird if it’s too long. That’s a distraction on the field that I don’t need. So, I’ve set a haircut schedule to every three weeks and that seems to be the perfect interval to keep it manageable.

I groaned as I woke up from my alarm groggily, and pushed my hair back with one hand. My long wavy silver hair was now chopped off till my shoulders. Not that I looked bad, though. It had been a week now with my new wolf cut hair that my mom did for me. And it turned out, I was actually born for this haircut. The best part is I don't even need to style it with blow dryer and curlers like others as strangely my hair stays in like that even when I wake up.

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

she warned. "I've been shot. I think I can handle a haircut." She started cutting. Long sections of dark hair fell to the cracked linoleum floor, and the man in the mirror began to disappear. "Shorter," I said. "Adrian—" "Shorter. Military short. I need to be unrecognizable." She kept cutting until I looked like a different person—harder, leaner, the kind of man who worked with his hands instead of his brain. "Now the dye," Elena said. She mixed the chemicals in the small sink, and the ammonia smell filled the tiny space. "This will change everything," she said as she worked the dye through my shortened hair.

73 BENEDICT “How are you?” I questioned. She wears a bright red trench coat, wrapped a thick white scarf around her neck and finished her look with a brown knee-length boots as she sits right across me while she blows on her hot drink. Her hair was brown now and she cut it really really short, pixie cut. Elizabeth used to have a very long platinum blond hair and this look was new to me. It has been so many years since I have seen her and we all knew she was avoiding all of us, especially Sebastian, because she was scared we’d get her child from her.

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec