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the other giggles out, sending me a snarky glimpse. “Oh, I know. I was just pointing out the obvious. She definitely doesn't belong here. Look at her hair!” She all but shouts, drawing the onlookers' attention to us even more than it already was. “What's wrong with my hair?” I grind out, fighting the need to flick my hand through my hair to make sure it was okay. I got curls, and I'm not speaking about salon perm curls. I'm talking, born with curls and yeah, it's hard to tame down occasionally. I don't call it my lion's mane for nothing. It's absolutely untamable some mornings.

He billowed around in a white gown and stopped next to Teddy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Teddy craned his neck around to look up at him as he stood, eyes closed, a mountain of hair and gown. Gorham’s hairstyle could best be described as ‘interesting’. On top, was a bundle of greying, bouncy curls, at the back of which hung long, straight, teased, and dry strands which rounded out like a platypus tail. It clearly needed an enormous amount of maintenance. It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars.

Neither of them spoke, but it was less awkward than before, almost comfortable. He almost purred as the man washed his hair for him, taking his time to massage his scalp. “You really are like a cat.” “Hmm?” “Solar powered, naps a lot, likes their head rubbed.” Lynan pouted up at the man and Yael chuckled in return. He gently rinsed Lynan’s hair of all the suds before stepping out. He got a chance to admire the shape of his defined back while Yael stole his towel. He watched blatantly as the man dressed and he didn’t seem to mind- if anything, Yael seemed to be putting on a bit of a show as he dressed slowly.

“Too bad you survived. Why didn't you just die and spare us your pitiful existence?” Addy grinned, shaking her majestic hair loose and its golden locks pooled down her back gloriously. I had never seen a wolf with blonde hair or even a lycan and they were not even real wolves. Yvette copied the action vainly, tossing her glossy black hair behind her. “You are not usually this aggressive early in the morning, Prefect Yvette. Did the Lycan Prince refuse to share his comfortable bed with you last night?” she fired, aiming for blood.

Antonio would only be eager to rip Jamal's head off his neck, his obsessive nature not able to handle that I had seen another man without a shirt on. “Not long.” his husky voice came just immediately I reached out to braid his hair. It was a habit I did. Today happened to be different because I didn’t spend the next five minutes fussing over how he had such beautiful hair that could even rival mine. It was like he took care of his hair as much as his business and pack but he admitted to just using a 3 in one shampoo. Sure.

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

Samantha and I had hit the spa recently and also went to the salon to get our hair done. It's been a long time since I had my hair treated, and I wanted something different instead of my natural long hair. My hair was well taken care of; it was trimmed to my shoulder blade and dyed white lavender. I was sceptical at first when I chose the colour, but Samantha urged me to go ahead with it, saying I would look spectacular. I'm so glad I listened to her; even Sin seemed to love it.

Ten minutes later, he was still frantically fixing his hair in front of the mirror. "Your hair's going to end up rock-hard like a Ken doll." Callum almost elbowed Lian in the face when he flinched in surprise. Lian took the liberty of fixing Callum's hair, removing the excess gel in the process. "There, it looks like hair again," Lian said with his hands on his hips.

The black hair—the same hair Zion wrapped around his fingers while he fucked me until I forgot my own name, the same hair Elias brushed from my face with a tenderness that broke my heart, the same hair Luka held like reins while he possessed me with that devastating precision—falls straight and dark over the shoulders of the cheap coat I bought at the first store I found. My natural hair. Black as night, black as Zion’s eyes, black as the secrets I have carried for decades. I pick up the box of blonde dye bought at the corner pharmacy along with the disposable scissors. Not salon blonde, not the sophisticated blonde of a woman who has time and money to take care of herself. The aggressive, a

Yuki. His hair was secured in a messy clip, a few strands falling down over his face. He wore no shoes, pajama bottoms, and a frayed hoodie that said "Coffee is My Spirit Animal." He blinked at the XO Team as if in a dream. "Uh. can I help you?" The stylist smiled and said, "You’ve been selected for a once-in-a-lifetime makeover experience by XO. Full treatment. Hair. Makeup. Wardrobe. Free of charge. Just say yes."