Gemma Teller Morrow Hair Novels & Stories

I furrow my brows and attend back to my makeup search. After we're done in Mac, we walk out to where Genelia said she'd been. "I don't see her?" I look for her platinum blonde hair among heads. As I'm doing so, I drop my Michael Kors handbag and as I go to pick it up, I find the platinum blonde hair. Oh, my God. "Genelia!" I rush over to her and brush her hair away from her face.

Her friend’s face showed her disbelief. “It has been rather sudden. I…” “Excuse me,” interrupted a husky female voice. “I'm looking for Mr. Starr's office.” Gemma turned to look at the woman, her nostrils twitching sensitively with the deep heavy perfume she wore. This woman was gorgeous… absolutely gorgeous. She was very tall, her red hair shoulder-length and waving provocatively about her face, her eyes a glowing green, her tiny nose uptilted, her pouting mouth painted an inviting scarlet.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

“Oh, Sadie~! Oh, thank fuck you’re safe!” I scoffed, “Can you not overreact?” “OVERREACT?” Georgia pulls me away, her hand gripping my shoulders. Every month, she does her hair in different styles. Right now, she has thick curly hair, which makes her look like the Filipino Hannah Baker. “YOU’RE ALL OVER THE NEWS! OF COURSE, I’M WORRIED LOVE~” She squealed loud enough to cut off my thoughts of her making 13 tapes about people--shit I hope not, but if she did I wonder who I am in her story.

he raises his brows as he awaits a reply from her. Melanie smiles into his hair. “Of course, you always look adorable in anything to wear or do. Be it long or short hair, you will always look graceful to me.” she blurts out truthfully. Mr Gordon loses the band that is holding his hair and lets it fall to his back. He stares dagger at the band in his hand and then throws it out of the window. “I also have long hair but she wouldn't talk about it, she kept on packing my hair up without leaving a comment. She is there praising him like he is the only one growing long hair.” he spat as he flips the barbecue over.

Belle glanced at herself in the mirror, she didn’t remember a time she’d ever felt as beautiful as she did now. Her thick, blue hair was styled into loose waves with pieces from the sides being braided until they met in the middle at the back of her head. A few loose strands fell down the side of her face in an effortless yet put together fashion. Her sold gold tiara rested on her head perfectly, with potentially the biggest topaz gemstone she had ever seen positioned in the centre.

Today she had opted to let the garment hang to its more sedate length just above the knee, and the only gold gracing her body was a gold-linked necklace to fill the boat neckline and matching gold earrings in her ears. “How did you manage to get all of your hair up in that particular style, I have no idea,” he said, frowning at her French roll. “Did you cut your hair?” Bemused by his suddenly accusing tone, Genie stilled. Why should he care if she'd had her hair cut? “No,” she replied, struggling to remain calm. “I've had plenty of practice at putting my hair up.” When she had worked in the prison laundry putting up long hair had been essential.

Again. Jim watched, silent, as Emma’s hair fell in dark clouds at his feet. Her fucking gorgeous hair, so thick and warm, was every man’s fantasy. Every time he had looked at it, all he could think about was grabbing handfuls of it. And it was all gone in just a matter of a few minutes. Kat stepped back. “All done.” Emma sat and looked at her reflection. With a hesitant hand she touched her head, ran her fingers over the cropped hair remaining. She looked at Jim.

Gemma said to Kayden, bringing him back to reality. “Gemm, I would start calling you Mrs. Kings from today.” Kayden said as he finally rolled up his sleeves to get the purging smell of his future Mrs. Kayden spent about an hour washing her hair and massaging her scalp tenderly. Her hair was clean enough, but he wanted to double-check. After the last wash, he wrapped her head in a steamer. After sometimes he blow-dried her hair as he combed it tenderly. Gemma was so impressed with the final result of her hair, the smell of rotten eggs was gone, and her hair smelled like bubble gum and lavender.

“Emma is expecting you. She wants to know how your first week was. Hopefully it wasn’t bad.” I returned the smile, hoping that the smile would reach my eyes. “Surprisingly, it went well.” I responded. Emma approached from within her office. She had the same dark brown hair as Jake and Anna, but hers was long and naturally wavy. I envied how good her hair looked. My hair was much more difficult to manage. “Maddie! Come, come! Tell me all about your first week!” She gestured excitedly to her office, and I followed behind her.