Novel & Cerita Fiery Hair

I could see the heat steaming off her hair and mine as well. “Say something, little wolf. I'm eager to know what you have to say…”

She gasps softly, arching into me as my hand slides into her hair, tangling gently but firmly in the fiery strands and pulling her head back enough to expose the elegant line of her neck. My teeth graze the sensitive skin of her earlobe, drawing a soft, trembling whimper from her lips. “And finally,” I whisper roughly, my breath warm against her ear, “your hair, it reminds me of pure fire, wild and vibrant, just like the woman beneath me. And something tells me that the same fire burns deep inside you, just waiting for someone brave enough to set it free.” She whimpers again, pressing herself harder against me, and a low groan escapes my throat. I didn’t plan on taking her again tonight, one

Jay held his hands up in surrender backing away. I jumped up into the sky, wanting to try out these wings, and feeling I might burn Jay to a crisp if I stayed any longer. I let Fane fly us over the river, where I could see our reflection in the water. That's when I noticed my hair was a light blue flame, with white in the center. I could barely recognize myself. I felt powerful and fully in control of myself and my emotions. The anger had disappeared, eaten away by the flames that engulfed me. 'This is amazing!' I spoke to Fane.

Lifting her head from under my chin and she just stares at me; confused, I open my mouth when she says, “Mama, what happened to your hair?” “What do you mean?”, I ask, before taking a stray to see that my hair was a fiery red color. It didn’t tell me that my hair was going to change color; hopefully, I don’t look bad with the fiery red, because that’s going to suck. Letting out a sigh, Jess looks back at me before saying, “You look pretty with that hair color.”

Fiona was the first human with such gorgeous long hair that got his eyes. Whenever she'd braid them he felt like opening them again. He loves her hair there was no doubt in it but that little tigress has a very sharp tongue. The girl was so small but the fire in her eyes was immense. He knew it'll be a disaster if he let himself be bewitched by her so avoiding her was the best option. Sometimes he would find himself daydreaming about her creamy white skin and how it would look with his tan hands roaming over it as she would writhe in pleasure under him.

she sniffled at the end. I involuntarily glanced at her curls and whistled, not imagining this process. Her hair was not only thick but reached down to her waist, a length it would take her years to get back to if she were an ordinary person. 'But she's not.' My wolf proudly announced, puffing his chest. "Were they really on fire?" Mackenzie asked shyly, staring at me. I nodded. "Yes. And I must admit, they looked awesome." I smiled in delight, and her eyes lit up. "And your eyes were the color of azure. Beautiful, but they also had something sinister in them." I chuckled even though it was true.

She wore a pair of dark glasses and donned a light yellow jumpsuit. Dong Fangyu and Jian Jianan had the same beautiful long black hair - the subject of jealousy to other people. Jian Jianan disliked coloring her hair and especially hated the smell of hair dye. Dong Fangyu, on the other hand, had always wanted to dye her hair, but her family was against it. There was a time Dong Fangyu rebelliously dyed her hair a golden yellow and was forced by her family to remove the dye by the next day.

A section of my hair got burned when I barely managed to escape. Till this time, I was trying to convince myself that Ivory was playing with me, probably wanted to scare me but when I noticed the part of my hair burned, I knew from the moment that she wasn't here to play around. She surely wanted to hurt me, maybe she wanted to kill me. This thought made me furious and I jumped in the air and dodged every attack I made at me. Using my mana, I blew off her flames and landed a kick just above her chest to push her away from me.

This must be what people mean when they say they would rather breathe the air rather than drink it. I was grateful that I wore my hair in a high ponytail and off my neck. The heat and humidity made my skin feel sweaty and sticky and Gloria’s wild hair was French braided in two braids, but it didn’t stop her crazy curls from framing her face in wild flames. Her normally light cheeks were bright red with the heat. The only one of us that didn’t seem fazed by the heat was Bren. The crazy girl had her hair down, but I did notice a ponytail holder on her wrist. No doubt her hair would be pulled up before noon.