George Not Found Haircut Novels & Stories

“I think I’ve got a thing for someone.” Katherine blinked, momentarily surprised. George wasn’t exactly known for being shy about his romantic interests. “Oh? Who?” His face flushed slightly, a rare sight for her usually confident brother. “One of the maids.” Katherine’s smirk widened. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious.” She raised her hand in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. No judgment. Who is she?” George hesitated for a moment, but then finally said, “Her name’s Lily.” Katherine narrowed her eyes, searching her memory for a face to go with the name. “Lily... she’s the one with the auburn hair, right? Kind of quiet?”

Half a minute later, Rhea heard footsteps approaching again. Annoyed, she opened her eyes. "Are you…" The words froze in her throat. It was George. He was dressed in a sharp suit. Standing tall and poised, he exuded a calm and serious demeanor. The clean cut of his short hair gave him a trace of unruliness that didn't quite fit the image of a man in power. George's gaze was calm as he asked, "Did you go through with it already?"

She took another sip. George sat down next to her. He hadn’t changed much in three months. His brown hair was still long in the front and short in the back. He wore tan khaki pants and a dark brown sweater. He placed his hand on her shoulder and began rubbing it. “What’s happened, CeCe?” he asked in a low yet soothing tone. “What hasn’t happened?” she asked rhetorically as she cradled the cup in both hands. “I’m a fool, Georgie. I’m a down right fool.”

" It's not nothing, don't stress too much about anything okay?, everything is going to be fine. I don't want your face getting wrinkles okay?" I chuckled. " I don't age, remember?" "I almost forgot.” he says and we both laughed. I finally figured out what to do with with my hair after fondling with it for so long. George was amused at how much effort it took for girls to get dressed even for the simplest occasions, he says he can never get used to how much time I spend getting ready. I fit myself into the small black dress and George who was now standing next to me helped with lace at the back, he tied it into a bow. I'm still surprised at how well he ties a bow, he does it better than me. H

I was used to it, or so I thought, but nothing prepared me for the gazes of these men. Kendell was still holding his cup, the liquid close to his mouth. Neither was he drinking it nor bringing it down. My look had just the effect I wanted. "Isn't my brother a lucky man?" George spoke, as if a spell had just been released on the men staring at me. I adjusted my brunette hair off my face. I had styled it into a fringe and allowed the full length of it to fall to my back. I smiled at George's words as I took a seat.

Instead, after putting his phone down, he casually picked up an envelope from the pile of similar envelopes nearby and started reading intently. *** At the same time, in the office of X Entertainment’s CEO… Georgie Clementine was carefully going through documents… She had gotten a new haircut. Her long, black hair was now curled up and split in a three-to-seven ratio… The tip of her hair only reached her earlobes. It made her look prim and proper. Her white body-hugging shirt matching her peach-colored, high-waist pants, and the contrast made her physique extremely attractive. The intricate makeup on her face also made her facial features appear beautiful.

She whispered as she began to strip off. Tall, well built with a pair of blue eyes and jet black hair, George was definitely in the 'Handsome' category. Being a well-known TV presenter, Jamie's long, straight burgundy hair, bright gray eyes, and pointed nose always did magic in portraying her as the IT girl. The two were just perfect for each other. George took off his jacket as he walked up to her and pulled her in for a kiss, "Did you sort the papers?" He asked in a whisper.

It could be a trap or something worse, a trick of my subconscious making me see something I wished for. "Look!" I whispered to Chris, gesturing for him to turn his attention to what I was seeing. We hid behind more wooden crates and watched. George had appeared from who knows where. He wasn't wearing his jacket and had a suit on. Ethan was breathing slowly. I couldn't see his face. "Aren't you going to say anything?" an irritated George inquired. Ethan took a while to respond and simply shook his head very slowly. George's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Ethan's hair roughly, pulling it and forcing him to lift his head.

I asked. “That I had no frigging clue where on earth you were. And now you suddenly show up in front of my doorstep.” He says, lying down on the bed, watching me try to comb out my unruly hair. I kind of miss Natasha, she always combs my hair for me while gently humming. “Can you cut my hair?” I asked Louis. I let it grew out for two years it’s almost to my waist. “Uh, I’m not sure. I’ve never cut a girl’s hair before.” He says, hesitantly. “Don’t blame me if I screw up your hair.”

i cut her off " let's just stop talking about it,im going to take a bath then head to my hair business" I told Brandy,yep I'm owning a couple of salons -celebrity salons around fourways and Midrand and also Pretoria, I got people handling all of them for me, I just pop in once in a while but now I'm going to check on George, my baby must be a mess where he is.i got in the shower did my busines...got my hygiene done,got dressed in simple ripped jeans and normal vest and a leather jacket, had my fringe ponytail on then left to check on Connel / George.