Gemma Teller Morrow Hair Novels & Stories

The hairdresser pulled her hair back, tugging at it as she rolled it into the elegant shape that would be a French knot. Emma closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the pampering. But her thoughts were stuck on the charity ball all this fuss was about. "Do you think there will be press from Dallas?" "Of course," Jen answered. Emma opened her eyes and met Jen's in the mirror. Jen's hair was already done. She'd had it straightened and it flowed like a waterfall down her back. A makeup artist was applying foundation to her tan skin, smoothing it on in quick, gentle swipes.

The Hayden women had been busy with formalities with some of the nobles I had already met with Rhys. My gaze shifted from two of the most controversial nobles in our world to the woman who was an absolute mystery to all who had met her. Ira Gremory was absolutely gorgeous with shoulder length red hair that brought out her vivid forest green eyes that settled on my own despite the fact that my earlier companions were now watching her too.

Sign me up. "Amara, turn back around; I'm almost done," Gemma tells me, tapping my shoulder to turn my attention away from Delaney. "I can't believe how much your hair has changed since having a baby. It's almost twice as thick, and didn't I just cut it last week? It's almost as long as it was before I cut it!" "Believe me, I know. It's tempting to just shave it all off at this point," I tell her.

Natural thick dark hair, falling past her shoulders, Damon was obsessed with it, and she wore it down when he asked, and she didn't have a reason to say no. She was twenty-seven, five-nine, and toned from all the agonizing pilates sessions Lena dragged her to. Her eyes were dark brown, deep-set, her face was beautiful but sharp, and people often mistook her for a bitch from a distance until she spoke and they realized she'd simply been concentrating.

she said, adjusting her hair. She’d curled her auburn hair for tonight. The waves cascaded over her shoulder. I knew by the end of the night it would be up in a ponytail. Tessa hated wearing her hair down, I didn’t even know why she bothered sometimes. But that was the difference between me and her. She loved her single life while I was the stuffy, boring girl with a kid, living above her parents’ house. I ended up choosing a sparkly gold shirt that complimented my eyes.

Her black hair was beautifully styled and she looked elegant for a first timer. Rosetta Miller.

Diana let down her long hair, and her white shirt was deliberately opened with two buttons on the top to reveal her collarbone and seductive cleavage, she was very confident with her beautiful appearance to all men. If you compare Gemma and her, she never can overcome Gemma's goddess-like beauty, but now Gemma's mind is not normal, her scandalous and lethargic appearance is no longer the arrogant goddess of charm in the eyes of all as before. “Mr. Thompson…” A sweet, seductive voice called out Jethro's name.

Looking in the mirror I’m still surprised by the woman who looks back at me. It’s been a few months since I came to the Invictus Pack and the changes in me are more than obvious. My dark, wavey brown hair is now thick and glossy instead of greasy and matted with dirt and dry blood. Chris had the former Gamma female – Evalyn’s mother-in-law – come in and treat my hair to get it looking decent again. It took her hours, but that was only part of the work.

She inhaled deeply and tried to regain her composure. Gemma sighed and turned her attention to her client. Nikita Simon was a striking woman who regularly struck fear in those around her. Today, her hair was a wavy lob cut, colored in honey hues. It was a sexy look that contrasted nicely with her dark skin. Her piercing chocolate-brown gaze could render anyone speechless, as could her typically sharp tongue. Her plump lips were painted a glossy brown and set in a hard, displeased line.