El Siete Haircut Novels & Stories

My rebirth. My hair was chopped to a sleek, shoulder-brushing cut dyed the color of ashes mixed with silver. Elizabeth styled it with a precision only years of high-end training could produce. The sharpness of the cut and the tint reshaped my entire face. She used contouring to lift my cheekbones, make my jaw slimmer, hide the softness pregnancy had left behind. Then, she bleached my brows and darkened them again into an unfamiliar arch that made my eyes icy, predatory, mysterious. “I don’t believe this,” I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.

Napatitig ang dalaga rito. Halata sa mukha ng lalaki na may lahi dahil sa asul na mga mata nito. He has this messy taper fade haircut. Matangos na ilong at mapupulang basang labi na parang nangaakit na 'to ay halikan.

I answered him and went to a tree and sat on the ground to start combing my long and light hair. He is hard because there is no shampoo. But what can I expect when I literally just bathed in soap-free water. It took a few minutes before I finished combing my hair. I will dry my hair first before tying it up. "Ales, did you know that there are only a few immortals with that hair color?" Stefano now plays Sushi. I don't know when they came to an agreement, but that doesn't matter because the important thing is, Sushi's life is no longer threatened.

The sharp sound of scissors slicing through strands of hair echoed like a melody of liberation inside Haris’s luxurious apartment. Serena stared at her reflection in the large mirror before her. The long black hair that Dewangga once praised—the same hair he would stroke after belittling her—now fell onto the marble floor in rough, uneven pieces. When the final strand dropped, Serena stood still. Her hair now rested at shoulder length, cut into a sharp bob that framed her pale face with a newfound edge of authority. She brushed on light makeup, replacing her soft eyeliner with bold, defined strokes, and finishing with a deep crimson lipstick.

“Her hair's an absolute mess. I'm sure there are people out there that have better looking pubic hair. This is going to take a lot of work.” That was uncalled for. “And that's why I brought her to your salon. You're the best in the business. If anyone can fix this, it's you.” Gwen said. James sighed and then studied me. “Well, she does have good bone structure. I think we can do blended ends that start at her shoulder at the back. And then face framing layers at the front.” Gwen blinked. “I don't understand a word you just said.” He wants to give me a butterfly cut. It's a layered look that has this wing-like shape that frames the face.” I explained. Then I turned to James. “Can I also have

"It looks like she attacked you with a lawnmower! Don't worry, sir. We are on your side!" Sebastian rubbed his temples. "Just cut it, Tony." Tony went to work. He was a master. He trimmed the sides short, blending the bald patch perfectly into a stylish fade. The long, gloomy hair was gone, replaced by a sharp, clean cut that highlighted Sebastian’s strong jawline and high cheekbones. He looked younger. Sharper. Like a bamboo shoot after the rain. "Done!" Tony announced proudly. Then he glared at Harper. Harper walked over, clapping. "Wow! Tony, you are a magician!"

“Maybe I want to look like a hooligan,” he answered sulkily. “You’re here for a reputation makeover,” Liam said. “I don’t think hooligan is what we were going for.” “So what are you going to do, just shave it all off?” “Yeah, nah,” Mia said. “If you think you look like a hooligan now, you’d look like an axe murderer with a buzz cut.” She stepped closer to him, angling him so he could see himself in the large mirror that filled an entire wall like a dance studio. “We’ll just take this ratty hair off the back and blend it up with the longer hair on top. Ideally, I like to see you with an undercut, but you need to grow some hair back before we can do that. In the meantime, we’ll go high and tig

And thus began the best haircut of Cassie's life. If someone had told her that it was possible to feel this pampered and relaxed from a haircut, she never would have believed them. The price suddenly made much more sense. Cesar washed her hair, giving her a luxurious scalp massage. She had cucumbers over her eyes and paraffin wax on her hands as he worked her hair into a lather. She could feel her shoulders coming down from by her ears as Cesar worked out tension she didn't even know she had. Then came the haircut itself. Cesar worked quickly and efficiently, cutting her hair and then styling it up. He worked with curls and braids, twists and pins, all the while keeping Cassie comfortable wi

“Are you sure you want it that short?” Eloise asks her niece looking at her in the mirror. “I’m very sure, Auntie; I’m fourteen today and you promised me a haircut. I chose this one.” Celine turns around in the old but sturdy wooden chair. It wobbles gently on the slightly uneven flagstones that cover the floor in this small stone-built cottage’s kitchen. Celine currently has wavy dark-blonde hair down to the middle of her back, and while she has loved having long hair, it was time for a change.

"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."