Henry Danger Hair Novels & Stories

Matilda says in an awestruck tone as she stands up from the kitchen stool that she was sitting on. "Your hair." Henry says, doing the same thing. Jax is the only still seated on his stool but his eyes are on the exact same place where the other two pairs of eyes are on: my hair. Henry is the first to reach for the hair as he tangles strands in between his fingers. "You got a haircut." He says in an obvious tone, freeing my hair from his fingers. I nod. "It was long overdue and I needed to do it... for personal reasons." I try to sound calm and I speak.

he replied back and just like that ,his voice rang like Melody to my ears and i became lost looking at him. He spilled his blood on my wound and with great shock ,my wound healed up " what the......, seriously? "I asked myself with the greatest shock of my life " how did you do that ? ". He gave me a shocked look" it's simple, my blood contains healing power , I'm Damon ,from the blood pack ".

"I don't want to cut my hair." "Listen," I said, turning back to him with all the patience of a kindergarten teacher, "as long as you're under my care, you're under my control. I will fix that mop today, so you can either cooperate obediently or I can kick your ass." "Are you threatening me?" Henry asked in disbelief. "No, I'm promising you," I said, pulling the scissors from the drawer with flair and tossing a towel around his shoulders. He went stiff but didn't move as I started snipping.

As I approached her, ready to assist her in getting up, her eyes locked onto my blonde hair. “Mix some coffee. We need to change your hair; you’re too recognizable,” she advised. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes; changing my hair color with coffee seemed improbable. But I couldn’t risk anything with her safety on the line. I nodded and set to work, mixing the coffee into a paste. With my hair tied into a bun, I applied the paste.

Not that her body needed many decorations, Henry thought, noticing how her attire showed her feminine body which was of medium height, thin with generous curves in all the right places, once which were enough to make any other man’s imagination work crazily to see what was beyond the plain black fabric, especially with the way she stood, tall and straight, like a proud pantheress. She did look like one, he thought as he studied her more, as if her appearance wasn’t weird enough, the girl was matching it with a weirder haircut, her inky black silky hair was cut very short on the back, barely an inch from her scalp, not even hiding her neck, the fringe however was left long, reaching her chin

“Deal!” A few minutes after, while Damon and I were still glaring at each other. Henry suddenly appeared and caught everyone’s attention. He was wearing a white tuxedo with a black bowtie. His hair was slicked back, showing his oh-so-handsome forehead and thick black brows. He was smiling huge, he’s obviously nervous yet super excited. He looks so handsome and I just can’t take my eyes off him. “You’re drooling.” The devil beside me whispered again so I glared at him as I wiped the corners of my mouth, which made him laugh.

Did he kill someone? She gulped and her eyes ended up on the figure opening the door and he was one foot out. His hair was a mess...more like, he in his entirety was a hairy mess. She had never seen anyone with this much hair other than... Tom Selleck, Sean Connery,... And boy did she adore them! She gulped. The hair hid the scars in his body almost pretty well. And those biceps and triceps, pecs and abs... D*mn! Now I see! Henry Cavill – that's who he resembles!

No tie, just controlled confidence. His hair, dark and neatly brushed back, caught a thin line of light from the bar’s neon sign. From here I could see the sharp edge of his jaw, the kind sculptors try to imitate and fail, but couldn't get the chance to see his face. He was freaking hot. So sad my life was falling apart at this time. “See what I mean?” Blue murmured. “That is not bar candy. That’s what’s the word…..danger money.” I tried to laugh, but my stomach tightened instead.

She asked, leaning into her hip. Tatto guy smiled. "So it wasn't you, danger?" She smirked at Hulk guy. "The name is Henry." He returned her smirk. "Henry danger," she snorted. "Nice. What about you, perv? Oh wait, let me guess." She turned to tatto guy. She appeared to be thoughtful. In that brief moment, she spotted the head of a pocket knife peering from his side pockets. "I don't do names. Are you a hooker?" He interrupted her thought process.

I held up three fingers which is as long as I’ve known her. He looked aghast at the thought and I laughed at his expression. I thought so too. “Maybe I’ll try it this time, do you think I would be a cute blonde?” I flipped my hair with one hand. “You would be a cute anything” I was a little taken aback by his positive response “You think it’s a good idea” “I think if you want to color your hair you should be safe and use the absolutely best products on the market so you don’t damage your beautiful hair”