Hair Manga Novels & Stories

Her expression was a carefully composed mask, waiting for it. "W…what happened to your hair?" I finally managed, the words clumsy. My eyes traced the impossible transformation. Her rich, dark hair was now starkly parted. One side remained its familiar deep brown, but the other… the other was a cascade of pure, shimmering silver, as if moonlight had been woven directly into the strands. The division was severe, beautiful, and utterly unnatural.

"Okay, maybe you both do my hair from now on." Kimi and I laughed. I did Kimi's hair next. When I was done, she was happy. So Helen tackled my makeup, and Kimi did my hair. When Kimi pulled my hair up, I mind-linked her. "What are you doing?" "Your dress is backless. What is the point of it if you can't see it." "You know we wear our hair down. I did intricate braids for you." "You pinned Helen's hair up." "You know she does not do what we do." "You are a luna of the south, and your hair can be off your back if you want. Besides, no one will see our pack tattoo if you make me leave the braids down the back." "Fine, but this is not going to become the normal."

Carol hugged me "Hey bae." I chuckled "You wanna cut your hair too?" She asked "Yeah changing my hair color to black again I think." I said and she nodded "I'm kinda tired to see you in brown." She chuckled and we both go to the salon. Cutting our hair and I finished first since Carol make her hair ombre like Dahyun from Twice in Ooh Ahh. I walked to the bookstore to check out another book. I was hoping to get a really good book. "Amanda?" Suddenly someone called me, it's Andre

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".

I would not lose my pack too. Mario pushed on my spine in a gentle but insistent push to straighten my posture. I straightened and lifted my chin. I hoped it gave off the strong, proud I’m the boss here vibe, instead of condescending. He next took my hair in his large hands and pulling it away from my face, then up before he let it down. “You should braid hair. Keep it tight as if you’re going into a fight,” he ordered, and I did as he told me.

And cut. I don't cry. I don't hesitate. This hair was the hair Aureliano stroked. This was the hair Spadino buried his face in. This was the hair Ciro held when he fucked me. It has to go. When I am done, my hair is a jagged, chin-length bob. It looks rough. Angry. I take out the box of hair dye. Jet Black. I mix it in the sink. The chemical smell burns my nose. I slap the black sludge onto my head, rubbing it into my scalp until it stains my skin.

I added. I for one, would definitely be at the mating moon ceremony. Yes, for Ike. I would like to see who his second chance mate. Or, fingers crossed, if he gets a second chance mate. Another wave of silence. I sighed mentally. "So, your hair? Were you born with it that way or it turned silver over time?" "I was born with it." "You really hate it, don't you?" The constant scarfed hair was all the answer I needed. Kora pursed her lips.

Lola was a typical silver-hair enthusiast. It had nothing to do with genes or anything else; Lola had shown a different preference for silver hair since she was a child. Just like Angela's teacher liked brown curly-haired boys, Eugenie liked pale-skinned Omegas, Ollie liked adults with a food aroma pheromone, Caesar liked delicate wrists... Lola had a natural liking for silver-white hair. Even though a popular silver-curled anime protagonist often picked his nose and said, "Not all naturally curly-haired people are bad," Lola still had a soft spot for silver straight hair.

CHAPTER 5 – MEETING Luna had finished cutting my hair, swimming her hands through my hair strands until they sat perfectly below my shoulder, it was short and right, grooming me into the girls I once fantasized about, but now they held no meaning, not when all I had was revenge. ‘Do you have any preferred hair color’ she asked, going through the variety of bottles she had picked up. They always say Luna’s are perfect in anything, and I couldn’t have agreed more.

As I got meet up with Hino, I saw him waiting for me at the cafe we agreed to meet up at. "Hey dude!" He greeted. I sat on the chair at the other side of his table. "You know, I'm still not used to seeing you with that haircut. It suits you though." "Thanks. Although this won't last long. I'm definitely going to grow it out again." He touches his hair, unsatisfied with its length. "Long hair makes you look like a girl. Well, it's just your face that's girly."