Henry Danger Hair Novels & Stories

Jerry had finally detransformed a few minutes later after Jack passed out, only his long white hair and the red carnation mark on his neck remained. Cutting his hair to shoulder-length this time, he did a front parting on his hair and made his hair to cover up from his ear to his neck. He had did it so to use his hair to cover the mark, for now, Dina had a fear but seeked to call it being paranoid. Jerry was already 18, it wasn't possible to awaken again right? Right?! She didn't want to start the horror of heat! That thing was even worse than menses by facts!

He laughs again and smacks my bum, hanging on his shoulder. "You didn't put the cream down, I'm not putting you down." he says, and it's final. We didn't actually need a lot of time to clean ourselves up, especially because neither of us really cares about the way our hair looks; Axel has given up on controlling his locks a long time ago, and I have given up because there is so much hair on my head that I would need two days to straighten it. And my hair gets greasy after three days, so there really isn't a point to it. It's quite straight anyway, thank God.

On getting to the sitting room, I saw Henry standing with a scissors in one hand, a thick strand of long hair in the other, and a guilty look on his face. Olivia was standing beside him, with an uneven hair length and guilt-ridden, misty eyes. The wheels in my head turned as I took a long look at Olivia's head to see if she had any injuries. Fortunately, she didn't. Inhaling sharply, I said. “Explain how this happened.” Fiddling with the hair, Henry began. “We were watching Dora the explorer when Olivia said she wanted a haircut like Dora, so I telled her that I can cut it. I'm sorry, mummy.”

The danger level, which had been dropping, shot up like crazy. So the trigger was this hair? I lifted the dripping clump and let out a quiet sigh. "Sir, I get it. I used to deal with this, too. My hair kept falling out because I barely slept. "You work too hard. You push yourself nonstop and forget to take care of that great hair of yours. "But don't worry! I brought something just for this." Right then, the danger level finally stopped climbing. [Wait… What? Does she have some kind of holy artifact?]

He continued, making lines along my head. “How is it that you look cool with your hair like that, while I get a buzz cut and look like an alien?” Henry grumbled from the kitchen. I bit my lip so as to not laugh. “Because you look like an alien normally. A buzz cut won’t fix that.” Everyone laughed and Henry threw his hands up. Bernard finished with the razor, but he didn’t let me go. Taking out a straight razor, he did a full lather of shaving cream, slathering it on my head, and began using that razor.

But Henry, the man behind the facade, was tired, hurt, and visibly at war with himself. His tie was loose, hanging around his neck. A few buttons of his shirt had been undone, revealing part of his chest covered by a thin layer of sweat. His hair, always perfectly in place, was slightly tousled, as if he had run his hands through it multiple times, frustrated. Still, there was something extremely attractive about that disarray. He was beautiful. Commanding. A mix of strength and vulnerability that disarmed me effortlessly.

"I wasn't blindfolded that day. He shot you, right in your stomach. It is too hard to believe, Damien." "I'll explain, later." I tried to detach myself from him but he held me still. "Just stay. I've missed you so much." I reached for his hair and loosened it. "I love it just the way it is. You don't need to pack your hair when I'm around." Damien smiled. The alarm rang, followed by Amy's voice. "Master Henry, the house is surrounded. Arms suspected!" Henry cursed beneath his breath. "Are we in some kind of danger?"I asked when he suddenly let go of me.

a good looking figured started waving his hand towards me and I wave him back… I disconnect his call and hastily made my way toward him and questioned “Zachary?” He nodded his head, his looked like a total mess, his curly hair were equal to bird nest, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was stained in tears and sweat, his yellow peach t-shirt was covered in damp blood stain which I assume was of Stefan… “I… I ….don….t know who else to call, I…I wa….s so…. scared… I … I…” Zachary stammered as tried to speak….seeing him distress I hugged him and patted hi back…

It mean that it was young, sunny, and cute. Can an immature man give a girl a sense of security? Henry sneered, but still got up and went upstairs to change into a suit. He chose a khaki casual suit. Then, he washed his hair, which had always been combed meticulously, again. A few strands of loose hair hung down on her forehead. The feeling of restraint dissipated slightly, but there was a little eviller and more unrestrained. Standing in front of the mirror, Henry nodded with satisfaction and went out in a good mood...

I found the way he moved with a confident, yet not overly so, posture alluring. He was close enough that I could vaguely smell the traces of sweat from hard work and something about that sent my hormones into overdrive and I felt my body tingle ever so slightly. I drifted my gaze away from his concentrated expression to his hair since I felt that it would be the safer option. His hair was neither long nor short but somewhere in between and it was completely dishevelled and slightly windswept which was probably the result of running away from the rest of our year. While both our hair was red, mine was more of a flaming coppery red colour. My hair was vibrant and somewhat similar to the sun wi