Jalen Ramsey Haircut Novels & Stories

"How is he?" "Sound asleep. Expect him to wake up in 24 hours." James nodded. "Thank you." "It's fine—just doing my job," Irene replied and returned to her post. She left work early that day, since she had an appointment. Since there was still time, she visited a hairdresser… … Jeff Cartman was surprised. "Jane? Your hair…" Irene had dyed her hair blonde and had it permed. It was a far cry from her straight, smooth hairstyle from before.

I told Grace. She frowned. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Is my bodyguard outside?" "Yes, he's sitting in a chair beside mine. To be honest, his presence is kind of intimidating," Grace said. I smiled. "That's the point. Thanks, Grace." She left the office, and I waited for Jalen to come in. Jalen walked into my office, looking quite different from the night before. He was wearing a sky blue button-up shirt, navy blue pants, and shoes, and even had a haircut. His hazel eyes looked sharper, and I couldn't help but stare in shock.

I say confused. "She wants to see her hair, I show it to her every day," Ryan explains, I nod and get the mirror over to her, showing her the hairstyle I got her hair in, it was a simple braid, nothing too crazy, but it's good and efficient to keep her hair tamed after we go out.

The different ways they styled their sandy blond hair was the only way most people could tell them apart, though I never seemed to have any trouble. Colton had short hair, faded on the sides and spiky on top. Clay had short hair too but it was longer on top, all sexily mussed with an angled fringe. But Cary had the sexiest look of all. His naturally wavy hair was longer, reaching below his chin, and he wore it with his curls slicked back. Unless he was training, when he always pulled it up in a messy bun.

"DADDY!!!" Raquel screamed in shock as soon as she saw the results of his haircut that became his own father's guinea pig. Meanwhile, Jhonny held back the laughter of seeing Raquel's hair that did not match his expectations. Raquel stomped his feet annoyed on the floor, his face already buckled between being irritated with Jhonny and holding back tears because his hair became an undirected mess. "I don't want to know, just give my hair back!" enraged Raquel as he rubbed his watery eyes. Staring unwillingly at his haircuts on the floor.

she told him, finally looking away from him shyly. "Yes," he replied, but she could feel him following her instructions as he combed through her tangled hair. He learned quickly as he moved to the middle of her hair before finally starting at the top of her head and working his way down to the ends of her hair, which reached down to her waist. Two years ago, Karen had decided not to cut her hair because Rylan seemed to prefer her long hair. She knew her longer hair would make her look even more like Carolina, but Carolina's hair was straight while hers was wavy.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

I am not interested in some lame family reunion that will spoil our trip. Let me back up. I'm Ryan, forty-one, my wife Jill, the same age. We're swimmers and runners so you can figure how we're built. Jill's a brunette, tall, short-cropped hair, blue eyes, not so big on top, a nice handful. Me, taller, blond, and blue, shaved head. Neither of us has any body hair except eyelashes and eyebrows. Easier to swim. Everybody asks, so I'll say, thick, not massive, about eight inches, cut with a big fat head. Well above average. Now you know it all.

she said sincerely, her appreciation evident in her eyes. Ruan, with his signature sass, responded, "I know," with a playful flip of his imaginary hair off his shoulders, a gesture that suited his stylish boy cut haircut, accentuating his facial features and adding a certain allure to his appearance. "About your current job, are you planning to go in tomorrow?" he inquired.

“Luna, maybe…keep your hair long for a little bit.” Riley cocked his head to the side. “Why? It was bugging me today so I decided to chop it all off.” He ran his hairs through his hair, pushing it back. “Is it bad? I thought it was okay when I did it this morning.” “You look…very young…Rye.” Kirk was struggling not to laugh. “Just…maybe don’t style it like my son. It makes me wonder if you’re even legal to drive.” He rolled his eyes. “You guys already were wondering that when you first saw me!”