Gavi Haircut Novels & Stories

Sitting behind a desk felt more like a boss speaking to his employee than a man speaking with the love of his life. Alvara looked beautiful with her new hair. Platinum streaks weaved through the gold. The style was different as well. Gone was the long hair with ratty ends. She had opted for a long Chinese bob. Savanah had wanted the style but feared it wouldn't suit her face. How wrong she had been.

The teen looked up from his phone to his reflexion in the mirror, inspecting his face from different point of views, feeling weird at how light his head felt and running his head through the shave on the back of his head. "This looks good." he nodded, then turning to the red haired stylist. "thank you." She nodded, then walking away and leaving Nathan to stand up and stretch after his haircut, checking himself out in the mirror one last time. He turned around, just in time for Ivan to stand up from his own seat. The older already looked so damn sexier from the back, with his short hair finally revealing his nape instead of uneven strands falling randomly done his neck, Ivan turned around, ga

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?"

I assured her, digging into my bag for everything I was going to need. While Hibiki kept Violet entertained, I managed to get Ivy’s hair into a Gibson roll. I figured it would look nice, a little more mature while keeping her hair out of the way while dealing with Violet on the flight. “All set. You look fantastic. If you want, I could add a light amount of makeup?” I offered.

I walked toward where Isabelle, Jorel, and my dad were, frowning when I saw a tall, Black man with a shaved head, his muscular frame accentuated by a fine linen suit, his prominent backside impossible to miss. As eyes turned to me, he faced me. “Rael?” I was shocked to see him. “Olivia!” He smiled. I went to hug him, but Gabe’s body slid between us. “Enough of this shit!” Gabe said, pulling off his white shirt and draping it over me, buttoning it without even putting my arms through the sleeves. “Forgot you’re in your underwear?” “And a bikini isn’t underwear? It’s the same thing,” I argued.

“All he got is an angular face, but that’s it, and that’s not enough for Lilian! It’s far too below my standards!” “He can go to a stylist and reform himself,” Gareth said. “Still, a big no,” Lilian was blunt. “I just don’t feel attracted to him. He’s not my type.” Iva, on the other hand, was looking at Gareth, wondering why he was speaking like that. “May I ask who our guest tonight is?” “Ahem,” Gabe cleared this throat. “My name is Gabe Brando. I’m the head of a security group.”

The stylist also did a soft glam for her make up with shimmering glitter on her skin that shined when the lights hit them, he'd also done her hair installation and now she was sporting a ponytail with curls while her actual hair was tucked under in cornrows. Ava felt like a new person. "Thank you..." She whispered, still admiring herself. "Just doing my job, gorgeous," He replied, waving her off and picking up his equipments, with a final nod, he exited the room, leaving Ava alone. Minutes passed, and Vannessa came knocking. She strolled into her room with her hands over her mouth, eyes shining in excitement. "OMG! You're a goddess, Conan is going to lose his head when he sees you. " She gus

That eased her mind. The hairbrush was brushing down her hair in about an hour. It was almost completely untangled and was restored to its former beauty. Gabe smiled at it. He ran his fingers down the length. “A few more times tomorrow, and all the mats should be out completely. But that is good for the first day.” “You really did this for your sister?” Bree asked. “I had too. She was going to throw a holy fit if she had to cut her hair, and she couldn’t leave everything up in the styles she had to wear for a competition. They were slightly out there sometimes.” Gabe laughed.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Grасе nоt knowing hоw it will bе ѕtуlеd or hоw short іt wіll bе сut. I mаdе Grасе sit реrfесtlу ѕtіll оn hеr ѕtооl. I combed hеr hаіr dоwn, cutting it реrfесtlу straight and blunt аll thе wау аrоund to the bоttоm of hеr ears. I соuld tеll that Sаmаnthа wаѕ gеttіng аrоuѕеd wаtсhіng mе. At thе еnd оf the cut, I turnеd thіngѕ оvеr to her. Sаm blow-dried Grасе'ѕ hаіr, fluffіng the ѕhоrt bоb аrоund hеr fасе, declaring; "Adаm, I lоvе this cut оn hеr! I саn't wait tо сurl іt оr ѕlісk іt bасk away frоm hеr fасе аnd tuсk it bеhіnd hеr ears! I wаnt you tо сut her hаіr on a реrmаnеnt bаѕіѕ."