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.

I stop beside him and gently set the tray on the table. "I brought you something," I utter. Rhain's eyes are fixated on my face. "You changed your hair." His voice sounds deeper now. Holy shit. I tuck one dark strand behind my ear. "Do you hate it?" Rhain rises and several council members flinch. He slowly circles me like a starving predator discovering religion. "Oh," he groans. "This is dangerous." My pulse skips. His fingers slide into my hair, gripping the dark strands near the nape of my neck. A low, ravenous sound slips from his lips.

“ 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.

I went behind Ardyn, using my larger hands to gather the longer parts of his stupidly messy hair as I tried to tie it up. Ardyn had a wolf cut hairstyle going on, and while I wasn't a fan, he looked adorable and like a baby model at the same time with it so I wasn't one to complain. The back of it was comfortably covering half his nape now, and the front and middle part were well passed his eyes. His hair was really full too, so he usually just left most of it sticking at any way with a clear parting so he could see without having hair in his face.

They spread out to conduct a security check of the building. In an attempt to look somewhat civilized, Henri had tied his shoulder-length auburn hair into a queue with a strip of black leather. A black-handled dagger was barely visible in one of his black knee socks. Henri never went anywhere without a weapon. In fact, Malcolm figured his old friend had probably stashed a claymore in one of the potted plants by the entrance.

, said Dane. "Yes. But I don't think you regret it", I said. "I like to ruffle your feathers now and then, it makes me hard", he said in a whisper. I pushed him away and watched Herald unconsciously. "Don't worry about him. He is wearing headphones", he said to me. "He is?", I asked in wonder it was difficult to see he had a lot of hair, unlike others who are pristine and clean. But he had this wild untamed hair. He looks like Jason Momoa.

the blonde guy raised up his hands and walked away. I was left with the older guy. He looked handsome, really handsome. Like some Hollywood celebrity. In fact, he shared some resemblance with Henry cavil . His curly dark hair had a few gray in it at his temples, his beautiful eyes were dark green and his jaw looked strong and he had a grayish black stubble. He was tall, so much taller than me. I mean, I was only four eight, but I was up to five feet in my heels and still, this man towered over me. His suit looked really expensive and his cologne had a wonderful smell that just did things to my body – Suspicious things!