Keanu Reeves Hair Novels & Stories

I asked and he looked confused for a second before he smiled nodding. “Yes, thank you for understanding,” he said and pressed his lips on my forehead. “Well, the day is not over yet, I bought some cake?” “Awesome, I high fived him and walked into the kitchen with him. I climbed onto the island and watched him as he gathered the side plates and forks for the cake. Kevin's hair is shorter and it barely reaches the middle of his neck, plus it’s a much lighter brown than Theo’s. He doesn’t have a beard, and he has a kind face. His hazel eyes were full of life and he is always so nice to me.

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.

"Don't worry about it, I'll tell him." I groaned at the memory, or maybe it was a groan over my hair, which was a complete mess. Reed had run his fingers through the wavy mess after it dried the night before and didn't seem to mind, but this morning it was worse. I decided on a thick braid down my back because we were moving and I needed it out of my way. I hoped we were moving.

Jesse took his time and was easy with brushing her hair. The doctor had said her scalp was healing nicely from where they had cut it but to be easy for a while because it would be sensitive. It didn’t take long for Renee’s body to start relaxing. She’d always enjoyed him playing with her hair or brushing it. “I do have a question.” “Ask away,” Jesse said. “I can see the roots of my hair. And judging by that and something else, I have reddish-blonde hair. I think it’s pretty, so why did I keep dying my hair black? I don't think it looks good like that."

It all smelled like Keanne, and I could say I was complete. I heard the door open and close, and I turned to Keanne. He was shirtless, the towel wrapped around his waist. His hair fell in front of his eyes, and I couldn't see them. I smiled, however, resting my back on the headboard as I watched him. He was near perfect, although the scars were an indication that there was a time that he wasn't. "You never told me about those scars." He stopped, then slowly dropped the towel he had been using to dry off his hair, his eyes meeting mine.

My curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself looking out to try to see the two guys everyone seemed to drop for. I found Reed reasonably quickly as I knew what he looked like with his long blonde hair pulled back into a man bun. He was standing next to a guy maybe an inch or two taller than him, which was hard to believe as Reed was already a giant. I could only see the back of his head with messy, longish dark brown hair on his head. He was just as massive as Reed. He had solid muscle with a slight bit of a tribal tattoo that peeked out from his uniform on the left side of his neck and collarbone, then again down his arm on the same side.

Just as she sat down to go over the presentation one last time, her office phone rang. “You’re needed in Mr. Reign’s office,” said the voice on the other end. Rhea sighed, stood up, smoothed her jacket, and walked down the hallway toward his office. She gave a soft knock and entered. “You called?” she asked. Kieran looked up from his desk and nodded. There was something different about him today. His usual slicked-back hair was now styled in a sharp side bang, making him look even more refined. He wore a navy-blue suit instead of his signature black, and it somehow made him look more approachable… though still intimidating.

I decide to reply to Keegan and give him a heads up. ME: Hey love, I decided to come in today after all. I realized I would miss you so much, lol but just to warn you my hair looks a little different than it did yesterday. I hope you don’t mind it. I’m not hating it but I’m not happy about it either. I get a response from him almost right away as well. I wonder if Keegan and Hannah had their phones glued to their hands waiting to hear from me.

“Hey. You. Honestly. Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you?” He grinned, and I grinned back. “Okay, pretty girl. Make me a star.” It wasn’t hard. A bottle of vibrantly red hair dye, a few white streaks here and there, and a haircut later, Reed Taylor was exactly my kind of man. “I love it,” I said and sat on his lap. “You’re perfect.” “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said and ran his hand down my newly black hair. “Seriously, these blue tips rock! Who would have thought a little hair stuff could make such a big difference?”

Reign said but I just couldn’t get the image of them using their weapons and then putting them back into their hair blood and all. After about an hour of preening my hair and taming the wild locks, I was shocked they somehow turned my wild and uncontrollable curly black locks into a shiny and straight-shoulder shiny look. My hair was pulled back into a low pony that sat off of my right shoulder with the knot twisted with an extension of my hair. She had somehow taken a small section of hair and braided it back to look like a crown over the top of my head. Over the left portion above my left ear was a woven silver chain that started in a cusp that wove around the braid and down into the knot