Henry Danger Hair Novels & Stories

He replies and I notice that he has changed from the attire he had on last night, which was a giant fancy robe. He now has on a business suit and he has his hair styled the same way Robert does his. Damn, now I am comparing people to Robert. “Is something in my hair?” Henry touches his hair and I shake my head as to say no. “No, there is nothing wrong with your hair.” I answer him and he puts his hand back down. “But you were staring at it so much.” He says with a chuckle and my stomach grumbles. I am starving. I didn’t quite eat well yesterday before coming at Henry’s. And since we boarded the jet, I have only had champagne.

I said as he laid his head in my lap. “What do you mean?” He asked. I ran my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. His hair was dyed in a dark red shade, a very dangerous shade if i say so myself. Because it’s him, he pulled off that handsome-but-dangerous look. If someone else was to copy him, They would be a laughing stock.

“ And it's not just you, Reese. Honestly… it feels like these men— our husbands, don't give a damn.” “Jeffery didn't even notice I got a new haircut last week,” Anna chimed in, with a sigh. “He spent the whole week talking about his colleagues.” I bit my lower lip to keep myself from laughing. “So… it's normal, then?” “Normal?” she scoffed, shaking her head. “Ugh, don't get me started.” Avery, who had finally stopped admiring her glittering ring, leaned forward with a frown. “Hell no. Don't lure her into joining the app.”

He remembered he'd dipped it into his pocket. Wne he got to his room, he went straight to his closet and started rummaging through it. However, Dimitri had been so obsessed with a particular brand that all his pants looked similar in shape and colour. So, he settled for checking each pocket. But he couldn't find the hair. He pulled his hair in frustration again before picking his key and a bundle of cash. He would simply buy another hair. But before that, he drove to Vincent's apartment. He easily unlocked the door and he went straight to him room, swatting cob webs on his way until he reached that particular hair brush.

Which is how I ended up with extra chores for a week and an irritant Den who is getting ants in his pants from staying under 'lock-down'. “Don't know, Hannah ain't allowed, so if the Prez says yes then Hannah is going to get pissed.” I shrug when he lifts his head to face me in his 'what the fuck' look. His spiked hair is sticking up in all directions, like he just woke up, but I saw Chadley styling it for him this morning when I was getting myself a cup of coffee. I still need to get used to the blue hair he has going on. I can deal with the eyes.

Her girls burst into giggles when they saw him. "What?" Ben asked looking at them. "Your hair!" Savannah and Madison snorted. "My hair? What's wrong with my hair?" Lucy went to the bathroom and returned with a hand mirror which she handed to him. "Ben, it may be time you got a haircut." He looked and saw his hair at his temples was curling up like two devil horns. He snorted. "Oh, that's because I was unconsciously playing with my hair while I watched the simulations run." He tried to flatten the hair down but it refused to lie flat. "OK, maybe a haircut is in order," he admitted with a grin.

I almost gasped and applauded him, but I was able to control my emotions quickly. Henry was much younger than these men, and he did not carry as much grace as Drexon and Marcus. It was like he was the new hire while they were the ones who knew all the industry's ropes. He had blonde hair neatly arranged on the top of his head, and even though it was no longer working hours, his tie was still neatly done around his neck. He would probably be one of those extremely goody two-shoes who did as they were told by the book and not any other way. "What is this about?"

His hair isn't perfectly gelled but they are messy as if he is desperately trying to look like a bad boy unless like Damon whose hair always perfectly gelled every single time but Asher really won't care about his appearance but without his knowledge he would look much better than Damon in appearance always. Without her knowledge, a smile spreads on her face seeing his hair almost falling into his eyes but he was not at all bothered with it. He has a few frowns on his forehead which bothered Kylie suddenly... unknowingly, she took a step closer towards him and stood in front of him with just an inch in between them. Henry and Sarah looked at each other and smiled looking at them. Sarah so wa

Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure. Her heart raced as she felt a huge fear engulf her whole being. But then again, there wasn't much else for her to feel - only panic that she had never felt before in her entire life. It was not natural hair; it was no man's hair at all. It was something far more dangerous than she could even imagine or explain. She reached out to touch it, her blood turned cold and cold sweat came down her face as fear gripped her heart so tightly.

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”