Gemma Teller Morrow Hair Novels & Stories

she declared, a playful smile dancing on her lips, "surprise me! Choose something that screams, 'I'm back, and I'm ready to fight!'" Clara grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Consider it done," she said, selecting a beautiful shade of coral that shimmered with a subtle gold undertone. The next hour flew by in a whirlwind of snipping scissors, the gentle whir of the blow dryer, and as the cheerful Ellie worked her magic on Mom's hair, I felt a knot of worry loosen in my chest. Ellie expertly shaped the hair into a trendy bob with soft waves, adding volume at the crown that framed Mom's face perfectly.

“Mom still talks about her sometimes, so this is… shocking, to say the least.” I look down the table at Aviva, tucked between Amanda and Ella, Amanda’s hand resting on her shoulder. “I should have it seen right away,” Evander says with a sigh. “The red hair, the dark, coppery eyes… they were pack traits. According to my mom, she and Gemma were the only ones without the red hair their pack was known for.” Aviva mentioned to me once, laying side by side in bed, that Mercy took after her mother with her dark, thick brown hair.

Something about Morwenna’s glossy smile makes me feel I'm missing something, or not seeing her correctly, but there’s nothing other than what she’s showing me right now. She’s an unnaturally beautiful woman with hair that reminds me of my sister. They only share the same hair color, after that there’s nothing else about her that reminds me of Raven.

Tammy said. “You are preaching to the quire. I have tried to tell her this for weeks,” Simon agreed. “He just wants to make sure I look right, as tonight is a big thing for him,” Emma objected. “Sure, Honey, you tell yourself that,” Tammy told her, and exchanged a look with Simon. Tammy worked her wonders on Emma’s hair as the nail technician created beautiful nails that went from black and faded into rose gold at the tip. Tammy had tamed Emma’s naturally curly hair into a slick hairdo with a low bun. Lastly, they did her makeup in a classical sooty eye and red lips.

Twenty minutes later Teressa was done with all the bathing and dressing rituals. She wore a very beautiful peach dress, her hair was tied in a golden satin ribbon, her face was lightly made up to make her look fresher. Teressa stared at her reflection in the mirror in amazement. She had never been made to look this beautiful. She looks like a young actress she often sees on tv. Her blonde hair shimmered beautifully as if there was diamond dust in the soft strands of her hair.

"My, my. Isn't she a sight for sore eyes?" A proud smile curled Beth's lips. Of course she was. Sherlie was absolutely gorgeous. Where Beth's hair was somewhere in-between a cinnamon gold and honey blonde with natural darker roots, wavier than the usual 2b hair and weighty, Sherlie's hair was a golden blonde with just the right amount of waves. Where her face looked innocent and childlike and her slender body grew into a smooth hourglass, Sherlie's face looked mature and confident, paired with the body of a beautiful water creature. Where Sherlie's bottom was firm and cute, Beth's was... Well... Italian.

Her auburn hair was twisted into a messy bun, which made sense considering the sweltering heat. Chloe offered me a small smile, her gloss painted lips tipping up at the corners. Her blonde bob was curled into ringlets that bounced as she cocked her head. “Could we maybe talk to you?” She asked. The word “fuck no” hovered on my lips along with the classic “go to hell”, but before I could use either one Gemma, the meanest of the three, cut in. “Please?” I knew I shouldn’t, especially considering they were in the same coven as Jameson, who happened to be related to Alpha Hunter.

She pulled me into an uncomfortable embrace, convincing me even more that I said the wrong thing. “I love you both!” Gemma sniffed. “If things ever go sideways for you there, promise me you’ll move in here. This can be a daily thing.” I loved Gems as much as my damaged soul would allow. But I choked on my fucking drink as she said that. Nightly? The girl attacked my head with a brush she claimed to not tangle in hair. False, my friend. Then, she proceeded to braid my hair into something she called the mockingjay look. It looked like a long turd glued to the side of my damn face. We won’t mention the glam makeover. I couldn’t talk about it just yet. Uh-uh. Count me out for daily. Maybe urban

He billowed around in a white gown and stopped next to Teddy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Teddy craned his neck around to look up at him as he stood, eyes closed, a mountain of hair and gown. Gorham’s hairstyle could best be described as ‘interesting’. On top, was a bundle of greying, bouncy curls, at the back of which hung long, straight, teased, and dry strands which rounded out like a platypus tail. It clearly needed an enormous amount of maintenance. It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars.

To everyone’s surprise Dickson was also part of the people that showed up who would have believed that Dickson had twenty percent shares in Terry’s company. Stella's long, flowing hair was cascading down her shoulders in waves of honeyblonde. It was styled in a loose halfup, halfdown hairstyle, with a few tendrils framing her face. Her makeup was simple but elegant, with smokey brown eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, and a soft pink lipstick.