Gemma Teller Morrow Hair Novels & Stories

Elena stared at her, not making any attempt to hide her irritation. Gemma reached for the mirror on her desk and stared at her reflection. “This wasn't the hairstyle I had on yesterday,” she noted. Unless her hairstyle had been changed in her sleep, but by who? The more she stared at herself, she realized she had seen that hair style before, it was from two years ago, when she had long hair, before her mum made her cut it to match Elena's who didn't like the fact that Gemma’s hair was longer than hers. “Mother wants you downstairs in five minutes. The stylist and makeup artist are here,” Elena announced, and headed for the door.

Until now. She looked like her mother but was truly more beautiful. Atomas had not been ugly. He had been handsome and the mix of Hester and Atomas’ genes had produced a truly beautiful young woman. Her eyes were set closely together making her appear almost squint at a quick glance and enhancing her beauty. Alexa had always kept her hair long but she was practical and had cut it while living and training in the desert. Her shoulder length hair was tied in a short ponytail revealing small, delicate ears. Her emerald green eyes shone with life and in contrast to her tanned skin. They were alert, displayed wisdom beyond her years, and missed nothing. Her lips were cracked from the elements but

She looked relaxed in sleep, the habitual frown I suspected she always wore, gone. Gently, I ran my hands through her short hair. The hair was something that she would have to change as my mate. It was a lovely shade of auburn that had caught the light when the sun shone on it. Allison was going to have to grow it out. She evidently did not take pains to maintain it. It was cut carelessly, uneven in some places. It had perhaps been long at one time but had been trimmed in order to get it out of the way.

Inside was a smaller chamber with a single cot and on it lay a woman with vibrant red hair. My breath caught. She was absolutely stunning. She was six-feet-tall, but everything about her was delicate, from her thin eyebrows, to her perfectly straight nose, to her elegant jaw. Her hair was a luxuriant russet color with reds and browns that resembled autumn leaves. Her neck was slender and long and led down to graceful collarbones and modest DD breasts. My lips parted to let out a shocked breath. “She looks like a goddess.” “It’s funny you should say that.” The healer brushed back her hair. “We commissioned it for someone rather special.”

Her curly Havana-brown hair bounces as she seductively walks towards the stage where the other candidates who passed were. Every second that passed, Tamara’s chance of being in the top six candidates slowly crumbled down the floor. Her heart sluggishly stooped down, and she let out a deep sigh. “Fourthly, Miss Amabella Carlen from the Moon Stone Pack of the Western Side.” Aralan announced as she held her gaze towards the girl with golden blonde hair. Her skin was tanned, and she’s a quietly toned and voluptuous woman. Her maroon wrap dress fits perfectly on her, emphasizing her hourglass-shaped body.

The absence of acknowledgment was not supposed to sting me as much as it did, but it did. A woman two seats down from Alpha Drayven leaned forward. She was actually striking... tall, with skin like honey and hair swept into a loose braid over one shoulder. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Is your hair all natural or you bleached it to this color?" She asked, her voice warm but edged with that thrill of novelty. "My mother always said one with silver hair was one that was blessed by the Moon Goddess." That was funny. I shook my head. "No, ma'am. I was just born with it. Same with the eyes."

The queen bitch was about to be dethroned by me. ----- I laid Tamara down, brushing her blonde curls aside. How did she get those? For the longest time, her hair was straight. And it was becoming more of a dirty blonde than it was a straight blonde. I suppose my genes were finally starting to come through.

“Maybe it’s because you guys haven’t had sex yet” Gemma peered through the small gap and almost shouted out in surprise. Connor’s head was shaped in a weird way, his normal white blond hair was black! Did he dye it? And his ears! Why were they shaped so weird and almost pointed? The second person came into view and Gemma’s mouth fell open.

In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight! Gemma took great pleasure in embarrassing me with her hot tales, and shortly started probing me for advice about my meagre sex life. She got me to admit I wasn’t a virgin, however, I stopped short of telling her—along with the other girls—how much I enjoyed wanking off boys. One day when it was silent in the salon, Gemma took it upon herself to give me a makeover. Before I knew what was happening, she had cut colored and styled my hair, then took me clothes shopping (financed by Mom) in the local mall later that day.

Helena gazed at the mirror, eyes sunken, face horrified. Her mouth was agape as she blinked her eyes. For the fourth time she ran her finger through her hair, and some hair pulled out easily, some falling off on the ground. Her long, beautiful, wavy black hair was falling off. She staggered back, apparently shocked. Eyes breaking with tears, lips trembling, as her heart thumped in her chest. "Call me the grandmaester…now! Her voice was breaking but still firm enough to get her personal maid springing into action.