Jaime Lannister Haircut Novels & Stories

At another table, Frank sat staring at Liam in his smart suit, his brow slightly furrowed. "Hey, been causing trouble lately?" Liam rolled his eyes, displeased. "No." "What's with the haircut then? Going for the military look?" "My mom made me." Liam sipped his champagne. "She thought my old hairstyle looked too thug-like for Uncle John's wedding, so she took matters into her own hands." "No worries, I think this look suits you."

"In all my years working for high-society clients... I have never seen bone structure like yours. You look like a painting come to life, ma'am. Absolutely breathtaking." The hairstylist nodded in eager agreement, pinning the final tendril in place. "The dusty pink tones make your eyes pop so violently. Mr. Lannister isn't going to be able to look away from you for a single second tonight." I offered them a faint, polite nod, remaining completely silent.

His new look was a disguise to prevent people from connecting him to the long-haired goth man from the sexy video. Speaking of his hair, he had much less of it and could no longer hide his face behind it. He had what Cassandra called a sensible cut. It was very short on the sides, with a few waves allowed on top. She couldn't keep her fingers out of it, and he found he didn't mind that at all.

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

I sighed softly looking ahead to my man. James was waiting for me at the entrance and when he felt my presence, he looked up and the whole world faded away. He looked hot in a grey three piece suit with brown oxford shoes. His long hair was replaced by an undercut haircut which had trimmed edges in the sides and the medium hair on top was styled into wavy curls with a side part. My jaw dropped… When did he have a haircut? I swallowed slowly while licking my lips at how good he looked. James's eyes trailed over my body, it made me feel a familiar warmth between my legs, dampening my panties. My core throbbed and I gulped.

Chapter Twenty-six "Miss are you sure you want that hairstyle?" Question to the woman combing my hair. "Do I look like I'm joking?" I asked him coldly. She shook her head and trying to knock some sense on my head again but my decision is already final no one can change my mind. "Your hair is naturally shinny and wavy and suits you well. It's even naturally light brown and too long. Don't you even regret it?" "You're wasting my time. Are you going to cut it or what?! Do I still need to call your manager for making your customer wait?!" He didn't answer anymore, he combed it and bonded it on the top of my head and cut it.

he pointed at the haircut he had in mind as he spoke. Camilla tried to Picture herself and the haircut but couldn't, on reflex she touched her hair reminiscing on the days that her mother used to complain whenever the hair was Tangled. Stop being ridiculous Camilla, it is only a haircut. If you hate it, grow it out again. She met Jason's eyes in the mirror “ I'll go with the style.” she said with more confidence than she felt. In silence Jason worked, creating a masterpiece with Camilla's hair.

I let go of all my hesitations, and about two hours later, Jean Pierre said, “Alright, Prince Zane…Hope you like it.” He passed me a mirror, and I looked different. My style was more regal, sober, as if I were there to command attention. My hair wasn't as dark as before, but he didn't give me a blonde shade; rather, a lighter shade of black, mixed with dark brown.

Sort of a playboy that dwells in an ancient man's body. A smile stretches up my lips. “You look…awful.” The grin he had was gone in an instant. His brows furrowed. “I asked for the best haircut…she said it was the best for tawny men.” He said as he bent his head, swirling his neck to give me a three-sixty degree turn. His haircut gave his hair a nice gradient, it was cut very low at the front and tapered to the sides and down his neck, waves form in a spiral at the center of his head, spreading down

Jamie: “Looking for someone else?” His soft baritone voice filled the hair as he move closer, he pushed his long hair back, too long for a man, I know I used to have long hair but I trimmed it, his hair reminded me of my father’s, the man like to keep long hair and every time, I set eyes on Callaghan, his grace, handsomeness, makes me think that he is a demon like us but the fucker isn’t one, gush, I could admit, he is fucking handsome, and he walked in grace, only the goddess know how I could win one against him if Brittany didn’t see him as just a brother.