El Siete Haircut Novels & Stories

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

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.