El Siete Haircut Novels & Stories

"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."

"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

He stiffened and slowly lifted his gaze to meet mine. The comments buzzed with shock. "Zoe called Mr. Slater Senior by his name. She's got a death wish." "Look at their faces. They all look like they've seen a ghost. This is going to be good. She's about to get chewed up." The crowd looked at me mockingly. Anna's face darkened. "Outrageous! Security, throw this lunatic out immediately!" The guards hurried forward, but before they could grab me, I yanked off the emerald pendant hanging from my neck and held it up high.

Charlie starts by sectioning Eliza’s hair, and tying the main central part up in a bun to keep it out of the way. She does three tight plaits either side of her head, going from her temple to the back of her head, then down the full length of her hair threading small golden metal rings throughout the length of the plaits. It looks incredible with her dark auburn hair.

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…